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Ask yaself... how fly... the and the taylor gang...7x
Haters stand clear of em, yall stand for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
lyrics appear to em',
Outta air hare jordans
up sittin' behind a mahogany desk,
crumblin' just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
sick need a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS 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 aquifina to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet
she jumping first
It's amazing how I get so and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass
go somewhere and fuck yourself ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it then you hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one
Yeaa, it's the and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens from a mile away you smell the fumes
College play me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, high maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to times, flavors, and sky scrapers
in lime papers and Randy's
, smokin' out somewhere where the be.
B killin' these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling kids,
and you hatin' such a shame that's where your is

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