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Could’ve bought a house but I
Spent it on a ride and if I get any higher
I’m a really start flying
Tell me what you know about
That Taylor Gang shit
We be

a corner
See hell around the bend, I could tell that I'm getting warmer
If everything go well, any second I'll be a goner
What a time to be alive, most

well at the beginning of a company because you don't have enough information your instincts. To be correct so I challenge you if you're gonna get

Plot Twist

Curren$y

2009

2019

didn't listen, uh
If you need to see it then you come get it
Or you can ask one of your bitches
Is she bad? She probably kick it
Taylor Gang and Jet

you
To some fucking Taylor Swift shit
Used to dream about life
Years into the future
Now all I see is nothing
And nothing I could get used to
I said

Written By: Brianne Hanafin, Taylor DeBlock & Adeniyi Adelekan

You booked a flight, got your bags all packed
Couldn't wait a day to put my life off

do it by herself
So now Im here to help
Breeding youngings so they could know better
I've experienced life go wrong so many times
Skin thicker than

She could say in her voice, in her way that she love me
With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am

Imagining the hero I could be
Running through the money like a fiend
Woke up, it was all just a dream

I told my momma to pray for my shooters
Cause if folks

dare you to learn more about your credit score
I dare you to know less about sports and own more houses and stores
Own some shit you could really call

paths like

It maybe could’ve worked if I had fuckin done the math right 

Or said this, that- I’m a lover from a past life 

Hurtin for a certainty, she

They have corona every city wall that we
Build get knocked down by Mongolians
Airport, check if he black
He could be yellow man wearing mask
In fact keep

harder than Gavin could
Got the bitch with the baddest toosh
Hop in the car and i just have to push (pushhh)
What's under the rabbits hood
Bitches sendin

brought me through it
If I can make it out my worst, I know you could do it

All I did, I'm still blessed and still highly favored
God's son

The One With My Friends

Fern

Marty for President

2015

I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know

I don't need a stylist

Sweet Home 
And when it’s my time
I hope I can die
In Taylor’s Carolina 
But I can find them anymore 

In simpler times 
We could count up our crimes

know that I'm cooler, please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy used to call

Scorpions and Mudpies

Shamra

Frieze

2004

together
That night in the gazebo
My Chuck Taylor's 
Got mirrors 
In lieu of patch
So I can see a real star
Out here where 
We're peerless
I feel moved every

few Johns and Sues I'm bound to lose 
Like my dude Taylor, Hailey, Toy, Ollie, Robbie
I could keep going
These names keep flowing, but what is it

but I know he heard me
Give me strength to show love, don't show enemies mercy
'Cause I'll put em in body bags if they fuck with my Birkins
Today I

Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get

at waters, I swear those were the days
Then take the party up to Taylor’s crib
Sittin her room, takin shots of Jim n Jager with-blunts in rotation 
Got the 2

If you finna try stop me better go use juju
Hanging with the big dogs while you're rolling with poodles
Them times I was broke eating indomie noodles

the whole year went to shit before my album could breathe
Well now I can create in peace
But my mind is on no justice no peace
And how do I fit in the seems