- Wc Walkin In My Taylors 歌詞
- Wc
- I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks
Wes,wes,wes,west, ya'll
Yeah Hit em again hey
Now Dub C
Show em What tiiiime it is
It ain't hard to figure it out
Dub C yall whats all the bickerin about
Lench mob *************
Throw rocks duck and dis us
*************s say ************* us but ain't ****** with us
Yall don't wanna see me like medusa
We get moola
Can't barricade the barracuda
Take my legs from me look around and
I'll be still there
Like Michael(?) countin money in my wheel chair
All day every day roll
It up celebrate
How you *************s ever figure me and pimpin separate
Im trifle psyco loaded like a rifle
************* I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed
You rockin with a 'G' on the west
I know a ** *********** this grown shouldn't be so fresh
But I do this for my true fans who made me
So if you aint a fan
I could give a * ************ if you play me cause
I'mHood famous
Gettin' paper
It won't change up
Walkin in my
Taylors* ************ haters
Im getting paper
Throwin my dub up
Walkin in my
TaylorsHood ************* forever
Put a dub in the game
Still surviving the weather
Cause I done seen it all
That's why ************* with a chosen few
And keep my back up against the wall
Cause yall *************s might (?) for the chippas
Actin like you got a ******** ***** up unda that zippa
But me to the script im stickin when
I walkGoin keep keeping it raw
Cut from a different cloth
Made money lost moneygot
It backtouch plaquescrip walk had the whole world on my *******lead spitter bread winner red getter ran through a lotta figuresholla at a lot a *************sstayed true neva sold out kept it tight yallnow im here which mother******s gonna write me offnobody feelin em
I guess socatch you *************s in the line at my next showcause im( chorus)
Cadillac tinted
Been in it for a minute
Mother ************* a gimmick
It's the west side defended
While you other * ************s mimick
I really live
It to push
It to the limit
Fly like a
G5A Cali ****** ******* with the
NY to the side of my head like
ElyIn my slingshot o levis
Rollin on
Sunset with **** in my car like
T.I. Itchin to put you in a box like a mortician
Wit the (?)
George Clinton
************* a love song slugs is thrown
And I been with it since poppin with the white gloves on
Walkin in the function
Pickin up the
HennLookin for something to take home and stick something in
Dub Sizzlean pumpin in your hole like gasoline
If you lookin for
It I got what you need cause
I'm(chorus)
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