Lyrics Taylor Gang - Bonus Track - Wiz Khalifa

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Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6)
On my way from Cali,
So you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' wit blunts,
You know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is
Mother fuck a hater

I left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
Im the coach I can show you how to be a player
Five-eights is the fitted, bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
Og kush from the West Coast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go
Diamonds in my chain niggas tryin' to steal my lane
Tryin to get my brain bitch I'm reppin' Taylor Gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin till 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 pulling up them niggas ain't hot so they close to us
Got 'em flying two fingers and hold em up

Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6)
On my way from Cali
So you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' wit blunts
You know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is
Mother fuck a hater

Bought a crib like scarefaces, this is my world
All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls
Im 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 living 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, boflex
Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin ya fingers
Real recoginze 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 Taylors

Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6)
On my way from Cali
So you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' wit blunts
You know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is
Mother fuck 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 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 ok '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 on
Hold for whatever you rep
Throwin' up the gang
4800 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
Chevy!

Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor (Bang 6)
On my way from Cali
So you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' wit blunts
You know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that they know just what my gang is
Mother fuck a hater.