Lyrics:
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no
time
They want me to fly in the air, asking for my neck size
Some wanna live life to the fullest but that's not the best ride
Pick me for your team how
to fuck another nigga bitch
In the box is where I sit or get floor seats
2021 need more money and more freaks
Reppin' Taylor Gang seven days out the week
It's a storm comin'
Everybody inside
It's a war comin'
Stack your bread, get high
Gotta pour somethin'
Out for the homies
Turn that beat up
Get
Why do I ride the waves of your former lovers?
The ones who went away and left you out at sea
The voices of the past, they tend to hover
And I beg
Thoughts in time and out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
(Hi,
I'm about
Told her that's a foul
And you scary
Agent like he perry
Ride it like a farry
Doing tricks like terry
by the code
When the going gets tough the tough get going and you ride into the eye of the storm
Back to the wall, giving it all, taking the bull by
Taylor knocking out misogyny
My Ireland doesn't forget to pour a sup for the fairies
And our women's fairy tales sail to Holyhead
My Ireland
You are
By God's grace I don't end up a lifer
But I still slide, see me and we'll ride out
I ying yang like China, rip two g's
Make them drip like designer
by my side
Girl I need you to be my ride or die
Baby girl you and I gonna shine like a dime yeah
I need your love yeah, stick by my side
I need your
the flaws
In-laws
They gonna marry in
And bring out the claws
New laws
We gotta flush em all and
Come on down now
And get your powa
We can make the world bow
Arcade
Build the bridge if you want, I'll tear that shit down,
Ride high, flying by, dive until I hit ground,
I'm standing on you, sit down,
Verbatim till
Getting chased by the ops I gotta run (Gotta run)
You see my drip and you know I gotta stunt (I do)
Looking out at the haters know they stunned (Yeah Yeah)
And clear out your whole town and whoever who choosing to go down
It’s still free bro out dirty dirty my gun four five but the clip is thirty
Make you rest in
not missing a single inkling of a moment without you on my mind
That's how I know we all here by design
Cause you was Taylor made for me, specifically
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be,
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be,
square
If you not been Turkey, teeth out, bet the lawyers want a souvenirs
I got some readies in my pocket
Water down your content, got some Skellies in
my G-Lock by my shirt
We see them girls and then we flirt
They got they sandles and they skirts
They say they need a way to ride my face
Lit up like
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
and the spirit metamorphed the dead
she killed me softer than a refugee and not sure what was left of me
bamboozled by a shuler when your united as one
the process
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