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A nice round of applause Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to shout out Taylor Gang And shout out my car keys, haha it's big business bitch. I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit. Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend. its a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke we gon' turn this bitch out. Roll another doubie Only papers baby fill it with that oh-wee Let a G roll the OG then roll one for OG Yeah that's the homie Zig zags baby no leaf Acting like you know the Wizzle man, that's my homie If thats gin nigga, pour me sippin' slow she go down slow like a slow leak cop the car from the dealer pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong young gorillia, my cup overfloweth, i'm a rhyme spiller All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don't ever think its enough I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it. Gone. I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit. Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend. its a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke we gon' turn this bitch out. Drop top. leather seats Tape deck playing, she a freak It aint about money, it aint my language Don't know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch You know that I'm a Taylor Dog So to the cops Cartoon George "which way'd he go?" Shit, nigga I done blew 80 O's, then 80s O's, then 80 Mo In my lifetime, No Jay Z Just Oz's, roll something. smoke weed. Drink liquor, double cups No lean in it. fuck is up? I tell her "bitch I be airborne" Then in a minute in my lap where her hair goin' She Keep it G, she love a nigga I tell her chill, I'm fucking witcha I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit. Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend. its a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke. we gon turn this bitch out. I'mma roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood I'mma roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood Just parked the time machine bitch you can write a movie off the shit I done seen rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green Smoking when I'm rapping niggas don't get no time between Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see I'll show you how to get your money up and get high as me Talked to my Dad the other day said he proud of me My girl says she found 30 racks when she found my jeans I told her blow it, like her nose was running What you hating me for fam get some hoes or something Niggas know me for twisting a whole key Fuck around I might charge you a O or something I'm a let you hold it and you owe us nothing its the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin Got a projecter in the crib like nino Niggas aint gotta talk about it, we know. Taylor Gang we are heros. Motherf**ker I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit. Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend. its a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke. we gon turn this bitch out. I'm gon roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood I'm gon roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Kevin Lee Woods, Eric Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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