Wiz Khalifa – Taylor Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Taylor Lyrics
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    "Taylor." - Wiz Khalifa

    Album: Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young
    Track No: 02
    Okay
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    (Cardo got wings)
    I ain't gon' keep playin' with y'all
    Not like I was before though
    Uh
    Backseat, how I like to ride
    Two freaks, try and fit inside
    Just left the club, now she wanna slide
    **** keep callin' so she tryna hide
    Big chain, got her eyes wide
    Big dope, ****, no lie
    Presidential, monumental
    She only fuck with you when the rent due
    I'm tryna bag one when I spin through
    On the grind, gettin' money's not a issue
    You know it's the bomb just by the scent
    **** sayin' he a pimp, but he doin' shit that tricks do
    Lot of bullshit I been through
    It made me a boss and my whole team official
    We just stickin' to the script
    **** sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this
    'Bout to take another trip
    Tell my bitch roll another zip
    And my gang don't slip
    Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
    So much that the bank can't fit
    She chose up, you can't blame her
    We in the room high as a skyscraper
    We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
    Homie, that's Taylor
    Straight game what I give her
    Big crib but I made it out of Pittsburgh
    No time for the fuck shit
    We pull up, cleanest **** at the function
    All white Benz lookin' for some skins
    Make sure I got room for you plus your friends
    Straight card, no cash
    Heard them **** be simpin' so them **** ain't lastin'
    Get a joint and put gas in
    Them **** ain't even in my way, I move past 'em
    Everything I make classic
    And **** be hatin', but to me that ain't natural
    And it's pay me, fuck you
    Smell two K's when I come through
    I just roll another zip
    **** sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this
    'Bout to take another trip
    Tell my bitch roll another zip
    And my gang don't slip
    Smoke trees, count a mil' before I dip
    So much that the bank can't fit
    She chose up, you can't blame her
    We in the room high as a skyscraper
    We came this far, ain't never gon' change up
    Homie, that's Taylor

    Writer(s): Brock Korsan & Ronald LaTour.

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