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Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6) On my way from Cali, So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't fuckin' wit blunts, You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother fuck a hater I left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair Im the coach I can show you how to be a player Five-eights is the fitted, bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear The let me in the club fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke Og kush from the West Coast Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go Diamonds in my chain niggas tryin' to steal my lane Tryin to get my brain bitch I'm reppin' Taylor Gang Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin till I'm throwin' up Only papers if you Taylor'd nigga throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed then you know it's us That yellow car pulling up them niggas ain't hot so they close to us Got 'em flying two fingers and hold em up Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6) On my way from Cali So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't fuckin' wit blunts You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother fuck a hater Bought a crib like scarefaces, this is my world All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse Smoking ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls Im the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors All I do is fuck em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, boflex Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin ya fingers Real recoginze real and my nig you a stranger Gotta bank for a scrilla, a brain full of papers Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6) On my way from Cali So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't fuckin' wit blunts You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother fuck a hater You see me out I rep my gang Used serve that John McCain That John McCain Hold up they don't know my name? Chevy who? Chevy who? Look at all that shit these dollars do Gettin all this money wit you know who It's Taylor Gang over you We poppin bottles gang signs All my niggas gang signs Rollin up gang signs Niggas trippin, bang time Hold up, what they say bout us? Same niggas gotta get the ok 'bout stuff They ain't 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 niggas trippin And these bitches too They just haters though No matter what we do What up cuh, on the left side It's Taylor Gang, and that's or die Chevy! Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6) On my way from Cali So you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't fuckin' wit blunts You know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is Mother fuck a hater.
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