Taylor Gang

Cabin Fever

Wiz Khalifa

歌词

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

You know I'm reppin'

TaylorBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from

Cali, so you know

I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

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

Motherfuck a hater

I left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair

I'm the coach,

I can show you how to be a player

Five-eight's is the fitted, bitches love my hair

Camo shorts go with anythin'

I wanna wear

They let me in the club, fuck a dress code

Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke

OG Kush from the

WestcoastOh you down to fuck?

Well shortie let's go

Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryin' to steal my lane

Chronic in 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, nigga throw it up

High socks, low cuts

Smell that good weed then you know it's us

That yellow car pullin'up

Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us

Got 'em flyin' two fingers and hold 'em up

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

You know I'm reppin'

TaylorBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from

Cali, so you know

I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

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

Motherfuck a hater

Bought a crib like

Scareface's, this is my world

All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse

Smokin' ounces to the head, feel my mind 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 niggas suckas,

I got that in livin' 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,

BowflexThrow your set up what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers

Real recognize 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

TaylorsTaylor gang,

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

You know I'm reppin'

TaylorBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from

Cali, so you know

I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

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

Motherfuck 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?

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 okay '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 onHold for whatever you rep, throwin' up the gang4800 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,

ChevyTaylor gang,

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

Taylor gang,

Taylor gang

You know I'm reppin'

TaylorBang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from

Cali, so you know

I'm smokin' flavor

Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper

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

Motherfuck a hater

专辑信息

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