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Ask yaself... how fly... the and the taylor gang...7x
Haters stand clear of em, yall stand cheer for em, away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
magic lyrics to em',
Outta air hare jordans
Kicked up sittin' a mahogany desk,
crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would
Flow sick need a up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a 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 truck to the club cause Wiz me that these bitches was thirst
Crash dummy honey need a helmet cause
she jumping head
It's amazing how I get so and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga
go and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it you can't hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and on they bitches
Smoke rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes to our tunes, they 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 feeling these kids,
and you such a shame that's where your energy is

flying, leave your bitches with the now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, more now
I'm living Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in
Uhhh, ain't nah iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and yourself 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