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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 over came here it for em'
Zig zag
magic appear to em',
Outta nowhere air hare
Kicked up sittin' behind a 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 diggin' lame niggas out a trip to places or bracelet or necklace
Then 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!
in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet
she jumping first
It's how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, and fly, surface to air missile
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 Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on bitches
Smoke filled rooms, lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance
em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in papers and Randy's
, smokin' out somewhere where the be.
B killin' these kids
Not Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids,
and you hatin' such a shame that's your energy 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 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' 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 Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they