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watch me put my game on
Fresh from my head down, big ass chain on
This my life and stars shine bright
Yeah I am a star, look inside my car
They know who I

my own lyrics
I got plenty of spirit
I take a bitch by the head and just spear it
A jamie lynn spear hit
I got a mom fetish
I swear i can talk lettuce

the mornin', who's the one they calling (me)
Step back, James Harden
You fucking with a Taylor, beg ya pardon, boy you know, it's (me)
Just a snotty nose in

and defending the country from giant big failings
With slight wins daily, a tyrant failing, might end up saving, democracy by then jailing, these
Extremists

It's The Count counting
Like his head accountant
Y'all the real reason
Ariel rerouted
Josh and big Jon
Is a bunch of shouting
It's my time
Like Big Ben

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

6:30

Snoop Dogg

Mac + Devin Go to High School [Music From and Inspired by the Movie]

2011

still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,

or they snitching
Won't be a victim
Gotta stay a hundred
Like the blue strip that glisten
(Damn)
I'm on a mission
Big bag talk
Get low, They want to ask how

larry 
Young nigga playing with that stick like i'm harry (Potter)
My bitch body like Teaynna Taylor
Finessed the whole city nigga im the mayor (Kwame)

Stone cuber
This is a Freestyle
Produced by the kid
Taylor Man

Henny got me feeling like a ZOMBIE
Hands down
Am a big baller
Just a dead man
Not

wiz talkin:
Yeah . its ur man khalifa.
get ur fucking life straight.
youu ite?[laugh] yeah ; lets get it .
got my nigga niko . heavy hustle taylor

stance, stay down with the buzzer (wow)
Ten toes, ten toes, big shoes, new soles
Fill those, fill those, ten toes, ten toes

Love your neighbor
Unless

Do It for the Gang

Wiz Khalifa

The Long Way Home

2015

Aye, what up Krept
Konan, gang, Taylor, planes

Now she wanna know me
When she see the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah
Said she got a man
Pop

Think you can step up
Better come correctly
I don't know why I drive
A hundred in fifty-five
Never find a better sign than this one
Come to me when

callin'
Started off hustlin'
Ended up ballin'
Really big tymin'
Yeah we really big tymers

Started off hustlin'
Ended up ballin'
Hundreds

on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip

Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big

a fuck)
Big-14 know what the fuck goin' on (yeah)

I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some killin' (killin')
I hang

that nigga
Stay solid
Keep that shit a hundred
Type shit
Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexh
It's Wilt the Stilt
You know I put up a hundred
My

limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh

Uh mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog

Yeah nigga
I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man
One hundred
Ayy Drew put some delay on my voice
Put some reverb on there and turn me up, uh

Had to go stack up a few racks no trouble
I put that shit in the duffle
I get that shit by the double
I just might fuck her but I never love her

a bad man, like taylor dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man

talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no