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You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
Get down
You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it

I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now you nasty, you nasty
Oh damn, you nasty, nasty
Cameras out, flash me
If you don’t mind me asking
That ass fat like so full
And you know I got them color green
Don’t think she said, let me see you toss it up like…
How many licks does it take to the center of the pussy…
Eat it from the back, got her on lock, call me the pussy cop
Leave… posted up in the pussy now
Now come and give it girl,
Is you ready or not?
Get a grip nice and firm, I make your toes curl like worms
Up to the early bird, you could call me big worm
Mike check, 1, 2, … you like my performance
I’m going in, tongue’s out, Jordan

You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
Get down
You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now you nasty, you nasty

Yeah, getting sawed off with the …
More mouth than a pop off…
Yeah, …get the picture…
And the pussy warm with the head so cold
For the … let the head go go
…move slow mo, Versace …and a pair of polos, god damn
Hop on it, in the morning, we bone it
Excuse my late morning, I’m zoning…
Got my brain in the cellar but he tossed it
Now run that nigga like a boss bitch,
Run that nigga like a boss bitch, sex
Dance, euphoria, touch, tease, trance, euphoria

You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
Get down
You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now, you nasty, I like it like that
I said now you nasty, you nasty
You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it
Get down
You gotta lick it, ok, it’s gonna kick it
You gotta get it, soft and wet so we can kick it.

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Relax motherfucker, real rap uh
I used to have dreams of that Q45, not the 2 door
Hating ass niggas this is way before I knew y’all
Bitch niggas …, 38 screw off
Newest park legend where a nigga learn to shoot ball
All alone, still I kept it G, they knocked my crew off
Work for you, please man, who done made you boss?
Moms play topless, she was missing hella dishes
Always wonder why the coffee pot above the kitchen
They know Biggie kept a semi with a story to tell
Hand to hand they making up the bed
It’s more than they sell
I’m just a call away my nigga
I’m a Taylor you know
We getting money if we say it’s green, know I’ma go

That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing

Man I had to wake up and get it myself
Get my own connect and have my own heat on my belt
So fucking hand out, I knew to go get it myself
Now the same ones who was hating want to give me help
I just tell them I’m cool, matter fact I don’t riot
Not for you niggas who ain’t help me get where I’m at
I’m just keeping it real, let you tell if I’m fake
Cause I be running for that money, you ain’t in the race
Yeah this balling is necessary my nigga I can’t lie
You suckers be hitchhiking, labels looking for riots
Let me tell you something that’s what everything decide
I had them niggas out your door, bout this Taylor Gang or die

That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing.

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You must be, ’cause the bitch i’m on the source
Muthaf-cker we got this district on resource
Hola,
I happy bangy don’ it on a porche,
Bangs with the gang, get your black pop ?
Bitches swallow, get low ?
Put statistics like ?
I’m just as sickest as bitches.
Hola, hola
Believe i’m pola, flow’a show’a
? But i’ll ask them ’bout my slam
I got hit jacks hot bitches
Tryna copy my frame,
She know, we know tryna fuck around
Go deep, ? Getting smokey in your ego
But i get shots in my free ?
? Easy for me
Bitches go in my swag ?

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Cash in the bag twirl up in the hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed and repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and we burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tiger
I’ma hit the dope, I’ma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’ma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’ma hit her

Reppin’ Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor X 2

Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na hoe cut from the same cut
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

All my money I’ma get it soon as I get it I’ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really nout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of y’all fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

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look nigga i could roll up some more weed
or order 22 more bottle of don p
my presidential rolex shinin that's on g's
the clothes thta i got on all designers from overseas
i pulled up gettin high told the valet to hold my keys
hopped out walk in that muthafucker bought everything thta i see
niggas hatin bitches wishin
they could get in position for some infiltration
taylor gang mutha fucker don't deal
with no shape ship only real mutha fuckers come up on my playlist
i keep it way to real to fuck with your fake shit
it's the real right hero one up and face it

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater

t'g'o'd'
peep the game from the floor seats
here for my throne put them bitches in a nose bleeds
t'g'o'd
married to the money fornicatin with a baller fuck
a pre-nup like the kobe's
t'g'o'd'
educatin' hoes on the what where hows og embodying a boss see
bitch i school sluts on the whats and the whos and the guts and the shoes of how the body of a boss be (uh)
now it's rock a bye bitches
lights out when i'm rockin my bitches
ass to waist ratio
giuseppe shipped out in on a cacchio
rent on a vashio
oh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we doin our thing
oh la la la. it's that first class high that the taylors bring

my circle anti-square can't compare liek a aunt i care
ain't i there sonning you hoes
i birthed none of you hoes have earned
none of you hoes have learned
vicariously livin thorugh my shadows
got em throwin more shade than a clouded out meadow
livin in a land called la la no have learned
maserati sittin on lips all yellow
smoked out interior like a cigarello
now these hoes wanna hang leave em hangin like
hello ha ha ha ha

until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth
i forever stay a real bitch and only fear god
when the devil get to temptin me i only hear god
and my struggles help build me so i now endear odds
lauryn we'll forever love you
you'll forever fill hearts with hip hop

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater

paper paper paper
i'm so fuckin taylored bitch
burnin dope gettin ashes on the calculator
big wads in my pockets, money bery big
i'm so sincere ridin in a belly bin
hit the booty club drinkin side fire gin
juicy j don't fuck with racket hoes only 10's

t'g'o'd gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me
t'g'o'd in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z
t'g'o'd and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper
give a fuck about a hater

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I could paint a pretty picture, put … pain and scriptures
Of bitches eyes …riches
Black tainted love in them mixtures
Ah, it’s like Picasso, when it’s bitch
Female park up in this bitch
Shallow … rejoicing the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies
And … my mission in body ambition like Nazi ignition
And body all curses, no Shawties and …
Cause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose
These bitches ain’t real, they just real clown bitches
I remember when they used to feel like real down bitches
I’m from a city where respect don’t come from currency
And I don’t wanna hear what you gonna do, what you done currently
15 left home to get my money right
All I knew was hustle bitch, you see what my money like
But I can still smell … broke memories
Guess that’s how got Kimy grounded like oh, remember these?
Now it’s just me and my nigga, I’m the Bonnie to his Clyde
And I ride for my nigga, oh
And all you snake ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes
Was just waiting for a bitch to blow
just to pin point my… you pity fool, I pity the fool…
And … no question though, I be on that other shit
Like fuck that, I’m on a mission Joe
You should too, if you knew
What this game will do to you
Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
Then think of all the bullshit I seen through
No Biggy though, I’m on some real shit
So really though, my mama need a new house
Trying to put my brother through college…
I could give a fuck about.

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[Hook]
King los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings ho
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the lord every breath I take
Every step I make, im going on for this song, nigga wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go go way too hard, they say I go go way too hard, go go way too hard

[Verse 1]
Yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, I dont need nobody
I body whole squads
I bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
Till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
Im outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
How do I climb, how do I climb?, Fuck I sound to get up I turn this bitch upside down
Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
Sit up do push ups push ups to lay back
So I make money do cruches
So you hate my guts when I pull up the maybach
Honey said she ain’t never seen a guy thorough
So I got it on strength like a bicep curl
Hopeed out the pussy like I gotta murk it out
Sorry baby girl, itll never work out get it?
Snapback, custom made fitted’s
Shitted on ever spectator every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
You a pint size guy to a giant like guy, digits
I throw them in the bank
Bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor, her, er, and you too
It ain’t all about the rappers

[Verse 2]
Theyll never make another me
I dont even need half of me to make another you
I’m coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
Im back like vertabrae
Nigga stop fronting, you ain’t even really got the guts for this
Better man up nigga, im a tand up nigga
Back rosa parks woulda got up for this, cause I get down to get up
Never put the pen down to give up
Now a nigga pin down the pin up it feel like I been up
And yall niggas stuggling so when I pull up I betta feel like a chin up
Down, then up, down again and im so nice I put down the pen
Think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
Dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
Wear air j’s ever digit and im the rap game
Los destorying ever nigga dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen probably mention
Im something and the rock ain’t cooking
Ski mask in the booth over the cops ain’t looking
Tell me god ain’t smiling nigga spot ain’t took it
My pa staying proud these niggas stay lying
I was born in the jungle man these niggas ain’t lions
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Queen bosset cause I run shit I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum tich bye
Wanna come trick, why, you ain’t built like that
You gonna fuck and get killed like that
Ole back of the race looking bitch ole wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
Ole half ass
No swag having ass
Ho ass slow ass
Last of the apes looking bitch
You’re styled played out like manolo boots
We taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
Ill wipe this bitch! Who hype this bitch?
Make me put a ho down like mike vick pit
Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
You dont really want it though send me all trash im from garfield
Where they known to skill all rats
And ride of white boy like kim kardash
Get it?
Christian Louboutins when I pivot
Its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic I did it
Im good shit, the hoods big ticket
Get off my lolipop if you ain’t gonna lick it
Im wicked, ya money like beckham lets kick it, know of yall bitches wanna step in my district
Say I ain’t the truth and these bitches ain’t lying!
I was born in the jungle these bitvhes ain’t lions
Im queen roe, queen roe
[Hook]

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Overtime : Lola Monroe Ft. Trina

First single off Lola's TBA album featuring Miami Queen, Trina.

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God damn, swagga so official
The ballin never stop
They might have to blow the whissle
Oh men, either when they do it
That ain't stoppin up in shorty
We still getting to it
Overtime, overtime
Stuntin in a drop top
Ballin like I never seen a shot clock
I call it over time, overtime
Swagga so official
The ballin never stop
They might have to blow the whissle
I call it over time, overtime

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Song Information
Title: Overtime
Artist: Lola Monroe
Length: 4:08
Type: Full CDQ Mastered
Album: TBA
Genre: Rap
Producer: N/A
Label: N/A