Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Gee La

Look nigga I can roll up more weed
Or order 22 more of Don P
My Rolex shining, that's on Gs
The clothes that I got on are designers from
I pulled up high, told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything I seen
Niggas hating, wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal no shape shift
Only motherfuckers come up in my playlist
I it way too real to fuck with your fake shit
the real right here, roll 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 I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a fuck a hater

T-G-O-D, the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them bitches in the
(T-G-O-D), to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), educating
On the what, where, of embodying a boss, see
I school sluts on the whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a be
Now rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out I'm rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist
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 high the Taylors bring
My circle,
Can't compare like a I care
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I
None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have
living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a out meadow
Living in a land Lala, no Melo
sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior a cigarillo
Now hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real bitch and 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 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

Give a about a hater

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, barely bend
I'm so sincere in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes, 10s

Getting high, rolling weed up for to know me

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

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