Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Taylor Gang, artista - Wiz Khalifa.
Fecha de emisión: 25.03.2021
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Taylor Gang |
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nYou know I’m reppin' Taylor\nOn my way from cali, so you know I’m smokin' flavor\nain’t fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper\nAnd I throw it up so that you know just what my name is\nMuthafuck a hater\nLeft the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair\nI’m the coach I can show you how to be a player\n5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hair\nCamo shorts go with anything I wanna wear\nThe let me in the club, fuck a dress code\nMe and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke\nOG kush from the west coast\nOh you down to fuck? well shorty lets go\nDiamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my lane\nTryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin' Taylor gang\nSmoke till I’m insane, drinkin' til I’m throwin' up\nOnly papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up\nHigh socks, low cuts\nSmell that good weed than you know it’s us\nThat yellow car pulling up, them 'n'-ggas ain’t hot so they close to us\nDown to fly ya two fingers and hold em up\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nYou know I’m reppin' Taylor\nOn my way from cali, so you know I’m smokin' flavor\nain’t fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper\nAnd I throw it up so that you know just what my name is\nMuthafuck a hater\nBought a crib like scarface’s\nThis is my world\nAll my 'n'-ggas down to bang but we can try worse\nSmoking ounces to the head til my lam twirls\nI’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl\nTopic of discussion talk shit 'cause they bitches love us\nPlus them 'n'-ggas suckas I got that in living color\nAll my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors\nAll I do is fuck 'em once, and I don’t call or give 'em numbers\nRolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,\nRun my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex,\nThrow your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?\nReal recognize real and my nig you a stranger\nGot a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers\nGot a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nYou know I’m reppin' Taylor\nOn my way from cali, so you know I’m smokin' flavor\nain’t fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper\nAnd I throw it up so that you know just what my name is\nMuthafuck a hater\nYou see me out I rep my gang,\nUsed serve that john mccain, that john mccain\nHold up they don’t know my name?\nChevy who? chevy who?\nLook at all that shit them dollars do,\ngettin' all this money wit you know who\nIt’s Taylor gang over you\nWe poppin bottles gang signs\nAll my 'niggas gang signs\nRollin up gang signs\nNiggas trippin', bang time\nHold up, what they say bout us?\nSame 'n'-ggas gotta get the ok bout stuff\nThey ain’t in the same league\nThey don’t play like us\nNo stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up\nBang on them hoes, we does that\nSocket work, I just had a plug for that\nGet your Taylor on,\nHold for whatever you rep,\nThrowin' up the gang, 4800 still reppin' a set\nGot these 'n'-ggas trippin', and these bitches too\nThey just haters though, no matter what we do\nWhat up cuh, on the left side\nIt’s Taylor gang, and that’s or die,\nChevy!\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nTaylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang,\nYou know I’m reppin' Taylor\nOn my way from cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour\nain’t fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper\nAnd I throw it up so that you know just what my name is\nMuthafuck a hater |