Wiz Khalifa- "Taylor Gang" Official Video)
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Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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 west coast
Oh 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 'til 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
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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 Scarface'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, Bowflex
Throw 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 Taylors
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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? 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 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 cuz?
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
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
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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 west coast
Oh 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 'til 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
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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 Scarface'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, Bowflex
Throw 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 Taylors
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
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? 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 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 cuz?
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
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
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