Taylor lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


[Chorus]
That b*tch wanna lay up, I just wanna f*ck
I want her face right now, Miss Puff
I got the Drac' right now, no bluff
I told the tailor Amiri me up
Got a b*tch named Taylor, be eatin' me up
Got two pitbulls and I'm feedin' 'em you
Leave you tied in the basement, feed 'em at 2
I'm fighting these cases, I flee and elude, uh
I don't believe in no luck
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I been f*ckin' 'em up
Heard the feds on my line, I been switching it up
Carbon hold a hundred, it be heatin' you up
Killers on call, got three in the cut
I'm pullin' her hair and smackin' her butt
I'm lit like a flare, I'm slick like a pup
You shopping at Sears, she be shoppin' with us, uh

[Verse 1]
I got the antidote, I got the medicine
I got pills and the dope, I got amphetamines
Sealed in the envelope, I'm really selling things
I'm a grown man and you still is developing (You b*tch)
Run in your business and we taking everything (Run in your sh*t)
Better stay on my business so we shooting everything
I'm a cold hearted, cold hearted lil' n*gga
Touch down with them bricks and go harder, lil' n*gga (Damn)
Touch down with them bricks and go harder
Trap out the building, we got the product
Stuff the coke in the towel, hit the road with the Mazda
Killers and dealers, they all on my roster
Stalking ass b*tches, I'm just tryna dodge
Couple opps on the list and I'm just tryna pop 'em
I'm in the field with Big Poppa
You soft like a pillow, I'm real life a monster
[Chorus]
That b*tch wanna lay up, I just wanna f*ck
I want her face right now, Miss Puff
I got the Drac' right now, no bluff
I told the tailor Amiri me up
Got a b*tch named Taylor, be eatin' me up
Got two pitbulls and I'm feedin' 'em you
Leave you tied in the basement, feed 'em at 2
I'm fighting these cases, I flee and elude, uh
I don't believe in no luck
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I been f*ckin' 'em up
Heard the feds on my line, I been switching it up
Carbon hold a hundred, it be heatin' you up
Killers on call, got three in the cut
I'm pullin' her hair and smackin' her butt
I'm lit like a flare, I'm slick like a pup
You shopping at Sears, she be shoppin' with us, uh

[Verse 2]
Dear Mr. Homicide, I ain't see anything
Been f*cking for years but she'll never get a ring
Don't talk on the phone 'cause I know that they listening
Shout out to Shawn, all my stones, they be glistening
I ain't like the coupe, I bossed up, put my b*tch in it
We 'bout to slide, we looked up, you was missing
You got no high, you got b*tch in you, n*gga
You flexing your brain, got a trick for you n*ggas
All of my shooters demonic
We caught him lacking, he running like Sonic
African diamonds, they come from Wakanda
She f*ck the whole hood, make her suck with a condom
At the top with my goons but we come from the bottom
b*tch, we be mobbin', no, not a concert
My shooter, he shoot 'til he see you unconscious
Me leave the house with no stick? Not common
[Chorus]
That b*tch wanna lay up, I just wanna f*ck
I want her face right now, Miss Puff
I got the Drac' right now, no bluff
I told the tailor Amiri me up
Got a b*tch named Taylor, be eatin' me up
Got two pitbulls and I'm feedin' 'em you
Leave you tied in the basement, feed 'em at 2
I'm fighting these cases, I flee and elude, uh
I don't believe in no luck
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I been f*ckin' 'em up
Heard the feds on my line, I been switching it up
Carbon hold a hundred, it be heatin' you up
Killers on call, got three in the cut
I'm pullin' her hair and smackin' her butt
I'm lit like a flare, I'm slick like a pup
You shopping at Sears, she be shoppin' with us

[Outro]
I got the antidote, I got the medicine
I got pills and the dope, I got amphetamines
Sealed in the envelope, I'm really selling things
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