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Taylor Gang | You need to rock your Ts for this one | Murder on the beat
Taylor Gang You need to rock your Ts for this one Murder on the beat Star Power Shout out to one and one Wiz Khalifa Shout out the one, two Yeah Uh Say you got a nine, got a K, got a MAC I got a bitch with fake tits, my name on her back She cooks, she cleans for me Stays with the strap So a nigga act up, playing games, it's a wrap My pockets Gordo, you ain't saying nothing Like a nigga with no back, you lames stay fronting Stay fronting Thought that you were shining, but what happened? That shit ain't yours, niggas only rapping Oh Where the cash at? Where the stash at? You baby sitting that blunt Nigga, pass that Shorty got a cute face and her ass fat If she ride good dick, call her NASDAQ Yeah, the boy got bankroll Taylors on the feet, smoke Sweets by the caseload Bankroll, bankroll, the boy got bankroll Pockets on swole like the BM's ankles And I look young, but my money is way grown And my blunt thick, look like I'm eating a egg roll Niggas sound hard when they be on a song But under pressure y'all fold like a knee or an elbow I hear y'all talking Talking You ain't saying nothing Nothing Seen y'all shopping What? You ain't buying nothing Buying nothing I'm sicker than anyone I been compared with Why? 'Cause y'all ain't coming close, I'm in the air, bitch Bitch Yeah It's Khalifa, man Star Power Mr Spacely What up, Taylor Gang? When you see that yellow B... Ha ha You know it's me Star Power Star Year What up to the whole Taylor Gang?
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