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TaySav

"Drowning Remix"

[Intro]
Gang
Gang
East Rogers
Shotty told me go crazy, I gotta go crazy. On folks
East Rogers

[Hook]
I be with some killers and they come straight out East Rogers
Shout-out my bro Bang we call his black ass Mr. Rogers
He come through your block and he gon' have a f*ckin' slaughter
Fessed up on your sh*t, better have vest up on your chest
(Look)
Free my brother Spazz Out, free my f*ckin' brother Shotta, he tried to finesse and got finessed, b*tch that's your karma
Eatin' good like Buddha I think I should take up Dharma
Blow dope by the O' swear you would think I was a farmer

[Verse]
I got this lil' b*tch and she remind me of Rihanna, got me a lil' chocolate b*tch she look like Keke Palmer
n*ggas say they winnin', that sh*t couldn't be any falser
I got me a 63 chop it up on the salsa

All my n*ggas saucin', b*tches they be on us
I had told lil' b*tch for fun that she was just a bonus
Please do not get tough with us 'cause we will leave you soulless
If they ask me where it go, I promise I don't know it
I be on the Pole, where it be cold, where it be frozen
I be with my bros I swear we ball just like DeRozan
Caught a brick up on my wrist, I come through it be snowin'
They be like "Okay Taysav I see you, you be glowin'."

If they let me in it, then I'm in it for the long run
They know if I'm swingin' then I'm gonna hit a home run
I been only workin' swear I ain't been havin' no fun
In the stu' all day, I swear I ain't been seein' no sun
Shotty told me do this so I had to hop up on it
Freestyle better then your wrote sh*t, please don't try to quote it
n*gga I'm to real, these other suckers can not clone it
If I up it, then I blow it, I can not control it

Pappy gang some demons b*tch we evil just like Broly
These hollows leave you holey
I swear I seen 'em smoking
South-Side on my di*k, right down they throat is where they hold it
I got all this new bread on me, spend it 'fore it get moldy
When I'm off the Percs it make me feel like I be floatin'
When I'm smokin' Munchie that sh*t feel like I be chokin'
f*cked yo' hoe right from the back, I think her sh*t is broken
I'm still going crazy, b*tch I'm waiting on my moment
I can't lose my focus. Folks'nem be on locus
Free big broski Magic, I ain't talkin' Hocus Pocus
We be getting money, say you got it, n*gga show us
Say you got a problem with us, promise we gon' show up

[Hook]
I be with some killers and they come straight out East Rogers
Shout-out my bro Bang we call his black ass Mr. Rodgers
He come through your block and he gon' have a f*ckin' slaughter
Fessed up on your sh*t, better have vest up on your chest
(Look)
Free my brother Spazz Out, free my f*ckin' brother Shotta, he tried to finesse and got finessed, b*tch that's your karma
Eatin' good like Buddha I think I should take up Dharma
Blow dope by the O' swear you would think I was a farmer

[Outro]
East Rogers. (East Rogers)
East Rogers. (East Rogers)
East Rogers. (East Rogers)
East Rogers. (Gang)
East Rogers. (Gang)
East Rogers. (Gang)
East Rogers. (Gang)
PBG

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