Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Gee La

Look nigga I can roll up some more
Or order 22 bottles of Don P
My presidential shining, that's on Gs
The clothes I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, everything that I seen
Niggas hating, bitches wishing can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come up in my
I keep it way too real to fuck with your shit
the real right here, roll one up and face it

Getting high, rolling up for e'ryone to know me

In the club, bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

And you I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a about a hater

T-G-O-D, peep the game the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them bitches in the
(T-G-O-D), to the money
Fornicating with the and fuck a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), hoes
On the what, where, hows of a boss, see
Bitch I sluts on the whats and the whos
And the and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out when I'm rocking my
ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in casio, on a fascio
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class that the Taylors bring
My circle,
Can't like a ain't I care
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I
None of you hoes earned, none of you hoes have learned
living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out
Living in a called Lala, no Melo
sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only God
And my struggles help build me, so eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever hearts...
Hip Hop

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to me

In the club, popping bottles, blowing by the O-Z

And you know I'm getting cash I'm all about that paper

a fuck about a hater

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the
Big wads in my pockets, money barely
I'm so sincere riding in a Benz
Hit the club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck ratchet hoes, only 10s

Getting high, rolling up for e'ryone to know me

In the club, popping bottles, weed by the O-Z

And you I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper