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Laid Down
chorus:. Riding with my AR with me. (What). Thuggin in the jungle with slimmy. (ughh). Posted on the block with my Tre pound. (Trey pound). Playin with my chips you'll get layed down. (Bow Bow).
Can't Change, Won't Change
Turn me up a lil bit ugh yes squad. my swag on london ur swag dead adios. snake ass niggas. fake ass friends always dont change. i can only be me, i would never change.
Bricksquad Diva
Chorus:. She tellin' me, that she could be my last chick.. And put a ring on her finger like a marriage.. but, baby girl you know that im'ma bachelor..
100 Shots
chorus (x2). attentiiioooon about face. military rifles swagg from outta space'got my mind on my money money on my mind. same shit everyday like we on rewind.
Uber Driver
What's the time zone?. I could count this money with my eyes closed. No he didn't, baby I know. Cop another ride off of my iPhone. High off marijuana but I ride low.
Toas
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?. They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof. And a Sweedish broad badder than my main bitch. Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it aint lit.
The Planes
[wiz khalifa]. yeah. ask yourself. how fly (haha). . [wiz]. i garuntee u leave the club with us you wont be the same. they cant help it c'mon those bitches know its the planes.
The Life
Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Don't miss this jet hoe. Talking jet life to the next life. Jet life to the next life.
The Check Point
[Wiz Khalifa:]*. Yeaaahhh bitch. The Jets and the Taylor gang. Champagne, paper planes. You already know what it is man. Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta.
The Blend
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,. weed in my grinder, mine on a million. taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,.
Surface To Air
Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang...7x. Haters stand clear of em, yall stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'.
Sdl
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?. They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof. And a Sweedish broad badder than my main bitch. Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it aint lit.
Rollin' Up
And I'mma keep rolling up. Puttin the weed low when the police is rolling up. Fool all I know is go, don't let them haters slow me up. Stashing for my unborn.
Over The Building
I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear,. weed in my grinder, mine on a million. taylor gang on the planes, you know we over the building,.
Layover
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been yet?. Bitches, I taylor gang that. How fly. The backseat is for newborns. Homie, I'm grown. I'll hop in front.
Landing
Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been yet?. Bitches, I taylor gang that. How fly. The backseat is for newborns. Homie, I'm grown. I'll hop in front.
In The Middle
It's the planes and the the Taylor Gang!. Fuckin' with the Chronic cause' the Chronic give me dopness. Center of the camera focus. Once the Car Service doors open.
How Fly
Verse 1(Curren$y):. . Talking:. [Ugh, Jets nigga, now where haven't we?. Taylor gang, stay rollin up them paper planes.. Yeah! Jets nigga, now where haven't we?.
Friendly
[Curren$y Spitta]. Bout the strength of the quality. We smell. You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building. On my batman shit. Niggas suspended from the ceiling.
Fly Niggas Do Fly Things
Wiz Khalifa. Young Khalifa, man. How fly. We already a quarter pound in on this one. High you?. Yeah, we killing these blogs!. You already know my nigga.
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