now In this september grass Won't you lie down with me now September grass Oh the memory is like the sweetest pain Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game
one another Playing I guessing game Strangers at this masquerade Pretending to know each other We strain to catch a name And never see the mistakes we must have made
must choose So come boy, choose life or death Yeah, go to hell The only man a hoe wait for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor'
live in huddles And a new utopia I will found Planned a very modern model town Elevated roads to stroll around Grew so high it made you groggy Built
If you aint on your job, then we can't get along. I'm smokin everyday,my money getting long N niggas gon hate, that's why I made this song. Shorty blowin
up with C4 Blow minds when they heard the rap Hustle so many tapes you think I'm servin crack Make bass lines sizzle when I burn a track Only dude who made
't run outta gas girl Yo, yo, yo, I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so, so Player Taylor made, that's a no, no Sure it a aftermath, but I ain
run outta gas girl [Jung Tru] (Yo yo yo) I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so Player taylor made, thats a no no Sure it a 'aftermath',
chronic to water but now we pushin' the China white Much loved by many but now by many hated Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it But don't get mad at me because I executed the game
Thought it was the easy way Thought I made the right decision to leave We couldn't communicate I couldn't be free, no, no Left it in the hands of fate
I was makin' your promos Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with these homos Like that nigga Khayree you let that sissy cross game Sock
Niggaz know Taylor game sunshine or snow Them hoes running their best clothes And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga Real shit [Chorus] We never low Away
buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor
don't run outta gas girl [?] (Yo yo yo) I'm def'er than Jermaine, you could say I'm so so Player taylor made, thats a no no Sure it a 'aftermath', but
nigga still smoking hella blunts what? I just made use another plane And poured us some champagne As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor game
' And E As In ...E (?) Now Playaz Say That Boy Walk-A-Like A Man, Treat Cha Like Ya Fam' And Talkin' Like A G... Now This Is Art, Taylor Made, Sharp
for TV 675 damier LV's 7 somthing wit tax And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match Nigga thats fly shit Trynna peep game lil homie just watch