Lyrics:
vernis, baby met son vernis
Baby met son vernis, respecte le cuticule
Baby mets ton vernis, fais comme Taylor Swift
Rappeurs font des carences, té-ma
Non sono come qualche collega e
Alle groupie preferisco una sega, seh
E non so neanche chi sia Taylor Mega
Fanculo il peace and love
Io amo l'odio,
combien d’orgasmes on se l'demande a-t-on atteint
Liz taylor is rich on veut l’être aussi
on f’ra tout c’qui taut pour ça ici
combien de guerres brûlantes
bump to take the pain out
cause if he wasn't high he probably blow his brains out
he's hopeless, this shit was in us as a baby
Taylor be
First appeared on
For the Love of Strange Medicine
(Columbia Records 44287)
1994 Street Talk Tunes, Paul Taylor Music LTD,
Lincoln Brewster Music,
First appeared on
For the Love of Strange Medicine
(Columbia Records 44287)
1994 Street Talk Tunes, Paul Taylor Music LTD, Lincoln Brewster Music)
First appeared on
For the Love of Strange Medicine
(Columbia Records 44287)
1994 Street Talk Tunes, Paul Taylor Music LTD,
Lincoln Brewster Music,
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
dishes
Writing love letters to other just for kicks
Moving down on Taylor
Dinner with your father
Looking for a mailbox
Someone's rolling in the mud
(uh)
I'm a gangster, so I'ma roll up
I'm a rider, I'm a roller (bang, bang, Taylor Gang, baby)
I'm a gangster, so I'ma roll up (bang, ayy, bang, ayy,
jailers to smuts
I'm too real chill, you can't inhale what I puff
Peep it duke, me to you's, like a whale to a gup
Keep ya Chuck Taylors, I'ma go Taylor my
Tom Cat
Performer：The Rooftop Singers
Composer ：Erik Darling / Thomas Salvatore Geraci / Bill Svanoe / Lin Taylor
Lyricist ：Erik Darling / Thomas
or a razor
Blue dickies, Chuck Taylors
And you don't want to shoot it out
That's on lil flaco
I feed a nigga shells like Dell Taco
It's killa, you know I won't
I know you rate it
Got my double denim and my Chuck Taylors
Classy, classy, yeah keep you waiting
That’s what you need a girl to do
You’re so
She just wanna smoke with a Taylor
(Smoke with a Taylor)
Fireworks at my table (yeah)
All this money I'm spendin' you'd
Think I got bitch, yeah
(Ooh,
When I'm with my Taylor Gang niggas
There's only a few things we need
Hey Ty, Hey Tuki, let 'em know
Pussy, Weed and Gin, hoe
Pussy, Weed
fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today
And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I'm saying
The game ain't changed, we still changing the game
Soul!
Started
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
bone been broken in the golden rule
Well, I'm flyin through Dothan with my radio
Taylor's Ole Time Opry's playin' Hank Snow
Sing's my nightmares in his
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
broken in the golden rule
Well I'm flyin' through Dothan with radio
Taylor's ole time opry's playin' hank snow
Sing's my nightmares in his song
I say
the things she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address
This meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A."
Now there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times
in Taylor's
at a session in the back
You know how it happens,
I followed old tracks
And if I could put my
thoughts on paper
it would'nt feel just right
like I'm Taylor
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato
I was hurtin' so I went and bought me some more
.jpg/300px-Hanson_(33424899242).jpg "Taylor Hanson")
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