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I cant do yall.
Too gone, I be reppin Taylor Gang, who yall?

N that talkin you doin can't do harm.
Cuz I'm on, nothing left you can lie bout,
but it

Fellas, raise your glasses
Tip your bartenders
And make sure you take that nigga bitch
We bout to ride out
Jet Life, Taylor Gang, ow

girl open like a moon roof
nigga who u? nigga who we? 
we the taylor gang - they be like ooh weee
they be like who he? thats young khalifa man
flier than

is planned by me
Boss of my own shit, Taylor Gang Ent
Nothing but that cali strong
Gettin' blown by the pound, bitch, TNT uh

Roll up, what's the hold

not childish
Taylor gang we the wildest
Taking shots like I'm Irish
Going to shop for that fly shit
If it's private I'm flying it
If I like it, I'm

in it
Room full of money, im divin in it
Taylor Gang, skies the limit

Makin all the haters
Cause im chasin all the paper
Nigga's see you gettin money

Taylor Gang
Heavy Hustle and all that
Uh Um

[VERSE 1]
New Money, New Car, New Crib
And You Gone Need Luggage Cause This Nigga's A Trip
Need To Buyer,

over it's sweats and socks
Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop

Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had
Cop

hard times 
But i can't do that  they say

Chorus

Outro: 
Yeeah
Its Young Khalifa man 
Talkin that cash 
Taylor Gang or die

Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch

We'’re pourin' drinks in the club
Smell the weed when

girls I got enough
Big pimpin' it's a mack truck
Never falling off, never slack
Taylor Gang got my back
Giving bad bitches chronic attacks
You catch me

approaching
Taylor gang we getting bucks 200 for 'em
Rolling weed and drinking gin and getting
All this fucking paper when I
Call it doing favors
’cause I’m

Ode to Billie Joe

King Curtis

The Complete Atco Singles

2015

cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have

really 'bout to bring out the coward in you
But now we gotta wait a fuckin' week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top
And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta

forget tha west side, Bankhead what up
... (gangsta grizzile!) shout to Adams Vile,
shout out to ma nigga Taylor Road,

[Lil Wayne:]
Hay my name Wayne

100$ Bill

Jay-Z

The Great Gatsby [Music from Baz Luhrmann's Film]

with my relatives
That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit
Took that Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch (bitch)
I'ma let

Grandma, my brothers Bing
And Jerry, the Broadus family, the
Vanardo family, the Fullers, Taylor, Tate
& Martin family, my uncles, my aunts

Stampede

that Jet Life, Taylor Gang
(Jet Life, Taylor Gang)
Higher up boss niggas pulling strangs
(Boss niggas)
See, I can make it shake (Make it shake)
Or I

more goin' to the pen'
Taylor waves stunt hard, bitch, tell a friend
I'm with my same niggas
Keep my circle nice and small
I won't stop until I'm

Every Time I Do

Tracy Byrd

It's About Time/Ten Rounds

2011

(Shawn Camp/Taylor Dunn) 

Whenever I go out
Anywhere in town
I look for a crowd
Where you're not hangin' 'round
Say that I won't give
Your

Black Heaven

Boosie Badazz

Black Heaven

2015

of you 'til the day we meet again

Billie Holiday thinking about the old days
Johnny Taylor making mixes with the Ojays
Rodney King prolly thinking

My Baby Just Cares for Me

Acker Bilk

Very Best Of [Mastersong]

2005

for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just

they messin' with the fits (loco)

Dripsy, Taylor-made crispy (ooh)
Dressin' like I'm filthy (haan)
Watch cost a buildin' (damn)
All about my

Classic like cars, classic like Elizabeth Taylor (Taylor, Taylor)
Uh, need you to romance me, yeah, I need a giver, not a taker
Ooh, it's what I need