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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
magic appear to em',
nowhere air hare 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 niggas out a to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You you got a winner, but you don't I bet she
let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a aquifina truck to the club Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey a helmet cause
she head 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 cause ain't fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it then you hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an in one sittin'
Yeaa, the Planes 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 girls me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, high maintenance
Give em' let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime and Randy's
, smokin' out where the sand be.
Plan B these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't 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 hating adds just more steam, more chips now
I'm more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all corners of the Earth putting in work
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, to air missile
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga go somewhere 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 and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches