FES TAYLOR - Window lyrics

rate me

Cause haters don't want me to shine

They trying to push me right offa my grind, it's bout time

It's G-Unit/Koch, Fox told me bring the Mazzaradi

When it come out, I'm like the sun out

Shine play the shine, with the haters salute

Nowadays, lay in the coupe, I'm just waiting to shoot

Behave in the booth, like the kid slave in Roots

Taylor Made, knock Tiffany's boots

True to the game, I manuever in lanes

Out in L.I., go see my beautiful chain

Free L.I., looking much cooler in the range

So I can Punky Brewster, again

Holla, I'm getting dollars, no Pradas

Nike Air joggers, you niggas like Frogger

Trynna cross the road, crushed by a semi

I live the street life, just trynna get by

I'm looking out my window (trapped inside the rocks)

Smoking on this indo (hand up on the glock)

I'm just trynna make it to the top

And they all at the bottom waiting for me to flop

I tell 'em, get off, get off, get off, mines

I tell 'em, get, get, get off mines

See niggas wanna be me, steal a style from me

Hate around, jacking my swag, sit it down for me

You a clown, homey, now they know me as

G-5 Taylor, see you niggas on the ground, homey

My flight plans like night grams of Pan Am

Now it's probably playland out in San Fran

Still kick a nigga ass like Van Damme

Exercise, bullets that have 'em doing handstands

You don't stand a chance, hard enough to start fights

And the party still smooth enough to make 'em dance

You see we getting cake in advance

Acres of land, so I talk B.I., paper in hand

I'm a boss C.I., snitching, I don't understand

Tell you probably feel safer in the can

Trust me, you don't like me, then bust me, or rush me

Do something about it, yeah, nigga I doubt it