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Nigga all I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ I’m a motherfuckin’ All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor Blowing up the game like a banger All I know is smoke when I’m in a ride All I know is count while I’m getting high All I know is Flex while I’m in the club All I know is show them hoes no love All I know is buy a hundred bottles for ‘em All I know is old school look foreign All I know is make sure they know your name All I know is ride out for your gang All I know is make them hoes cone joints All I know is keep your niggas on point All I know is have my money on time All I know is grind lil’ nigga, grind Letras de cancionesThat’s all I know All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor Blowing up the game like a banger Twisting up our fingers, all in your face like what's happenin' My niggas hop out and get to smashin’ Sock a nigga first then ask him Where you niggas from? What you niggas buying? Southside, nigga, Chi-Town, he ain’t with the Taylors This nigga jewerly fake, he ain’t getting paper He's a fuck nigga, not a real player I took his bitch and made her learn how to roll papers Off Youtube, you should do it too Type of bitch that like to be around the who’s who Yeah she get around, she like a hula-hoop All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor Blowing up the game like a banger Big bag of that, coming back for that Roll ‘em back to back, keep a sack of that Don’t imagine that, that’s a matter of fact Eyes down in the clouds where you find ‘em at In my MCM bag where the magic at? Come back to my room, jump on the broom Swear the magic happened, she hit the magic dragon Her ass started clapping, I was glancing Smoking kill, that’s that extra pack Tell the DJ to bring it back and tell the weedman to bring a sack I got a bong and I got a biatch, ass fat, body full of tats Pick her up, fuck her on the jet, not last All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor All I smoke is papers All I smoke is papers I’m a motherfuckin’ Taylor Blowing up the game like a banger From Letras Mania