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Taylor Gang

[chorus]

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

You know I'm reppin' Taylor

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour

Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Muthaf-ck a hater


[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair

I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player

5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair

Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear

The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code

Me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke

OG kush from the westcoast

Oh you down to f-ck... Well shorty lets go

Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane

Tryna get my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang

Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up

Only papers if you Taylor'd n-gga throw it up

High socks, low cuts

Smell that good weed than you know its us

That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us

Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up


[chorus]

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

You know I'm reppin' Taylor

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour

Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Muthaf-ck a hater


[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]

Bought a crib like Scarface's

This is my world

All my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse

Smoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls

I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl

Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us

Plus them n-ggas suckas I got that in living color

All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors

All I do is f-ck 'em once, and I dont call or give 'em numbers

Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,

Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex,

Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers...

Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger

Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers

Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors


[chorus]

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

You know I'm reppin' Taylor

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour

Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Muthaf-ck a hater


[Chevy Woods]

You see me out I rep my gang,

Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain

Hold up they dont know my name...

Chevy who... Chevy who...

Look at all that shit them dollars do,

Gettin' all this money wit you know who

It's Taylor Gang over you

We poppin bottles gang signs

All my n-ggas gang signs

Rollin up gang signs

N-ggas trippin, bang time

Hold up, what they say bout us...

Same n-ggas gotta get the OK bout stuff

They aint in the same league

They don't play like us

No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up

Bang on them hoes, we does that

Socket work, I just had a plug for that

Get your taylor on,

Hold for whatever you rep,

Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set

Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too

They just haters though, no matter what we do

What up cuh, on the left side

Its Taylor gang, and thats or die,

CHEVY!


[chorus]

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang,

You know I'm reppin' Taylor

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour

Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is

Muthaf-ck a hater


Fuente: www.musicafusion.com


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