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Oh Gee La - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Juicy J (裘西·J)/Lola Monroe
Look ni**a I can roll up some more w**d
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining that's on gs
The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out walk in that motherf**ker bought everything that I seen
Niggas hating b**ches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherf**ker don't deal with no shape shift
Only real motherf**kers come up in my play list
I keep it way too real to f**k with your fake sh*t
This the real right here roll one up and face it
T g o d
Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me
T g o d
In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z
T g o d
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper
Give a f**k about a hater
T g o d peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne put them b**ches in the nosebleeds
T g o d married to the money
Fornicating with the balers and f**k a prenup like the Kobes
T g o d educating hoes
On the what where hows of embodying a boss see
B**ch I school sluts on the whats and the who's
And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock a bye b**ches
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious
A** to waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in Casio rent on a fascio
Oo la la la is the way that we rock when we doing our thing
Oo la la la is the first class high that the Taylors bring
My circle anti square
Can't compare like a ain't I care
Ain't I there sonning you hoes I birth
None of you hoes have earned none of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a land called la la no melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang leave them hanging like hello
Ha ha ha ha until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth
Forever stay a real b**ch and only fear god
When the devil get to tempting me I only hear god
And my struggles help build me so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you you'll forever fill hearts
With hip hop
T g o d
Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me
T g o d
In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z
T g o d
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper
Give a f**k about a hater
Paper paper paper I'm so f**king Taylor'd
Burning d**e getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club drinking sapphire gin
Juicy J don't f**k with ratchet hoes only 10s
T g o d
Getting high rolling w**d up for e'ryone to know me
T g o d
In the club popping bottles blowing w**d by the o z
T g o d
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper
Give a f**k about a hater