Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Gee La

Look nigga I can up some more weed
Or order 22 more of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, on Gs
The clothes that I got on are designers overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I
Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in 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 with your fake shit
This the real right here, one up and face it

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

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

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

Give a fuck a hater

T-G-O-D, the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), to the money
with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), hoes
On the what, where, hows of a boss, see
I school sluts on the whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how the of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye
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 we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the bring
My circle,
Can't compare like a ain't I
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I
None of you hoes have earned, none of you have learned
Vicariously through my shadows
Got them more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all
Smoked out like a cigarillo
Now these wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real and only fear God
When the get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my struggles help me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll fill hearts...
Hip Hop

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

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

And you know I'm getting cause 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 bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly
Hit the club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with hoes, only 10s

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

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

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