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Ask yaself... how fly... the and the taylor gang...7x
Haters stand clear of em, yall stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
lyrics appear to em',
Outta nowhere air jordans
Kicked up behind a mahogany desk,
crumblin' 'erb as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up, flow that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you I bet she
let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test honey need a helmet cause
she jumping head
It's how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga
go somewhere and fuck cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it then you hit it
Me and my Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime papers and
, smokin' out somewhere the sand be.
Plan B killin' kids
Not Michael Jackson, I feeling these kids,
and you hatin' such a shame that's where your is

flying, your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds more steam, more chips now
I'm living Rothstein
So for every it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it then you hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on bitches