Like A Taylor (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Lyrics for Like A Taylor (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Hmm, hmm-oh Oh, oh Hmm, yeah Hmm Ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby I'm about to fade away, hmm I don't care if you miss this plane, baby I'm gettin' high today, hmm K Kush a nigga, leaf or paper, baby I enjoy the flavor, mm Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby I'm feelin' like a Taylor, mm Goin' up, goin' way, way up, baby I ain't never comin' down, mm Everything's better when you're high, man This weed's so loud, I enjoy the sound And the cut got a paper plane stuffed, baby Come enjoy the flavor, uh Still rollin' up, got my two fingers up, baby I'm feelin' like a Taylor, hmm In the hills, we just park here to chill Just to smoke and enjoy the view, hmm In LA, gotta blaze every day, baby I'm feelin' like I'm Snoop, oh, mm Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby I don't see nothin' wrong, mm Hair down with a bandana tied Still burnin' like I'm Tommy Chong, mm, ayy Smokin' on Gelato, cruisin' from Sherbinki Came through like a savior, mm You know me, lemon cherry, Cannatique, baby I enjoy the flavor, mm (Mm, yeah) Paper plane, baby, after paper plane, baby I don't see nothin' wrong (What?), hmm If you smoke, put your plane up high and blaze up When you hear this song, uh 'Cause I ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby I'm about to fade away, hmm (What?) I don't care if you miss this plane, baby I'm gettin' high today, hmm K Kush a nigga, leaf or paper, baby I enjoy the flavor (Yeah, uh) Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Hitmaka, what?) So many cars that the garage can't fit 'em all I'm goin' hard, been here, still gon' be here tomorrow Can't piss 'em off, the shit I'm on is way too strong I got it right here in the cut if you need the bomb Two baddies with me rollin' up, one cleanin' bongs All you can see is fog, I'm probably chiefin' Cleanin' up, findin' weed to cross Said she wanna see the boss (Ooh, oh, oh) From flat screens, now I'm the one that they seated for Puttin' in the code, don't need a key to the door A little piece ain't enough, I'ma need some more Happy that I got my Taylors to tell my story Ferrari, had a Porsche A lot of back and forth, but now I'm back and movin' forward Cameras on, that's what we actin' for Taylor Gang or die, that's for sure 'Cause I ate a whole eighth of shrooms, roll a big fat J, baby I'm about to fade away, hmm I don't care if you miss this plane, baby I'm gettin' high today, hmm (Ooh, oh, oh) K Kush a nigga, leaf or paper, baby, I enjoy the flavor Camo shorts and a pair of Chuck T's, baby I'm feelin' like a Taylor (Ooh, oh, oh)