Lyrics:
rookie
Taylor Gang, straight trippy
Hustle Gang what it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me find out
Memphis
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times he's asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice
Whenever he's away"
"And Mr.
Yeah, what up taylor gang?
Star power, Star year, you know what it is?
Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck
Ink, ink my whole body, I don't
Uh, ya already know what it is, man
Taylor Gang and I’m still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches, and airplanes
Niggas get extra likes, spare
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang
Stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga
Now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin'
for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive
How I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face
dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue
yo’ pussy wetter than a hurricane
Gotta couple bitches sippin’ on McQueen
Then get back to my crib
She ain’t gon’ never leave
She walk with the Taylor’s
name
I'm just tryna do some things to ya
Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang
Let you roll up a plane
Let you bring your homegirls
Let my boys run
Taylor Gang, Jetlife
My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up
Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short
Man them niggas ain't my nigs
Man them
she'd rather be stoned
I got some shrooms I could put you on
And you ain't come alone, two cones
And your favorite Taylor gang playlist
Now you're in
the words she had to say
She said I'd like to address this
Meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Now there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times he asked
air
And found her there in Billy Taylor's arms
The kids all laughed at me and said
They known about it since our junior year
I got so mad and hurt
recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A."
Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, there's Bobby Taylor
again
Aliens, Annunaki's and tribes from bane of end
But you can blame Corey Taylor for the poor behavior
Raised on Slipknot with a lot of hip-hop
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, there's Bobby Taylor
real loves stories like
Ceaser and Cleopatra, we need another actress to play her
Cause Liz Taylor's hot, but the Egyptian queen
On the movie screen
we allow Taylor to get
Him with her fake smiles?
It seems he's her's now
We knew she was trouble when she got Styles
So shame on us now
This fandom's
Church Street soul revival.
Gonna have a good time,
Drink a little moonshine.
Brother Taylor brought his Bible, yeah,
Come on, gonna have a Church
Old Taylor said
Old Taylor meant to cry, oh my
Field Marshall meant
Field Marshall went away again
Watch out below; the tides
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