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(feat. Wiz Khalifa) Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang Thats my n-gga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made I wake up in the morning to Red Converse Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first You got a hangover n-gga, mine's worse Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse Shit be complicated like out of towners trying to understand why we say waddup Blood but we not related Thats how Compton made it, so don't run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation On that documentary sh-t I shocked the nation Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas When it come to beef sh-t, n-gga I'm the greatest I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas I aint a killer but don't push me I see a bitch looking, I'mma end up in her p-ssy Letras de cancionesSee ya later, f-ck haters, cause bitch we Taylors Bitch we major Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang Thats my n-gga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made Probably heard I'm the tightest And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it And I heard that you liked it And I welcome you to my world you've been cordially invited Now I got the whole world excited Know every word when they heard that I write it Know I can f-ck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest Some n-ggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing These n-ggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all I learned you ain't really gotta be famous to ball I'm hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us, Bad hoes after the shows rushing up Baby them n-ggas clowns talk down but they look up to us May look the same but I'm nothing like them suckas So f-ck what them n-ggas sayin' and keep reppin' the gang From Letras Mania