playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for tha Creator Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders From tha land of Chuck Taylors
Verse 1: Super villain, outlaw, renegade Smokin drinkin gin wit my lemonade Dont gota chase these bitches dog they ina race I make all this money throw
James Taylor & Zach Wiesner What good is that happy lie All you wanted from the start was to cry It looks like another fall Your good friends they don
James Taylor Sounds of laughter here comes Sunshine Smiling faces all around They possess you bless you Sunshine Now you can never let them down I say
[Funkmaster Flex] Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin
the whole wing Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor
to u Yea hahaha uh Chorus Just take a look at the way them diamonds glow, know why u niggas hate U know we get this doe in everyway And oh they chase
do it for my [Cali Niggas] Topic [Screwed] {The Game} ------ Who the fuck want to snatch you from me? and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase after
Niggaz know Taylor game sunshine or snow Them hoes running their best clothes And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga Real shit [Chorus] We never low Away
Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga. What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha. [Verse 1] Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck
I can go my way together And if I get carried away Well, I could be sailing on a song And maybe we could carry on forever But lately this old dog Has been chasing
'll start it again After the end of the day, it keeps getting better Don't be afraid we'll do it together hahaha, Yeah Taylor Gang over everything, hahaha Were gonna keep chasing
here, I want to stay And chase the Monday morning blues away Ensemble: Save us from the teenage terrorists, Lottery winners, sicko creeps, Elizabeth Taylors
buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor
Niggaz know Taylor gang sunshine or snow Them hoes running their best clothes And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga Real shit We never low low Away we
[I. Kilmister, P. Taylor, B. Robertson] [Motor Music Ltd.] Hard time gettin' to ya babe, Double take, figure real rough trade But you know I'm a real
