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letra de taylor gang - lil wayne

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 weed 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 gang is
m-th-f-ck a left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
i’m the coach i can show you how to be a player
5/8 is the fitted b-tches 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? shorty lets go
diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane
chronic in my brain b-tch, 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 it’s 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
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 gang is
m-th-f-ck a hater
[ lyrics from: http://www.liriklover.com/w/wiz+khalifa/taylor+gang_20902740.html ]
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 head twirls
i’m the mayor and my b-tch look like a fly girl
topic of discussion talk sh-t cause they b-tches 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 don’t call or give ’em numbers
rolex, more s-x, 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 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 gang is
m-th-f-ck 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 sh-t 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 b-tches 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!

- lil wayne

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