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conversations.value: Write me a song called Chuck with the following description: The Taylor Gang remix of “John.” Chuck refers to the Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars, which everybody knows are are Wiz and his crew’s favorite shoes.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Big house, four whips, hella tattoos
  Smoke good and your bitch think I’m bad news
  Bout to go nuts nigga, cashews
  Promoter asked me if I’m booked
  I say I’m past due
  Maserati look mean and it’s fast too
  Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes
  Niggas acting mushy like cat food
  Niggas acting pussy like cats do
  Get a little money nigga, that's cool
  But put your niggas on, then you really that dude
  Smoking two Ls, living large
  See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
  AP that’s an Audemars
  Agents calling, bitch I’m balling like I’m Stoudemire
  Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
  Niggas claiming that they Taylors but they not at all
  Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall
  Say the wrong words, guys knock your apple off
  No sweetener straight apple sauce
  Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
  I’m not a star, somebody lied
  I’m rolling weed up in my car
  And getting high
  If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
  Butt-ass naked covered in all bad bitches [Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
  Chevy
  I’m praying for you niggas
  I put that on my Rosary
  Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
  Us high beams, this just a pinky though
  Washing machine work, I keep a couple loads
  Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk
  She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
  365, no days off
  Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off
  Twenty-eight to fifty-six is what I learn first
  Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf
  Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious
  Get you some gunplay basterd inglourious
  I got the top chopped off riding Ichobad
  Head riding shotgun, oh that's your broad
  Bright lights, dead Charley
  Ignorant white, Bill O'Reilly
  [Verse 3: Neako]
  I’m kinda high
  They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
  I’m always fried when I hop in that double S
  I can be there in a minute
  Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it
  Lightly tinted, I be ghost
  Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up
  Dick em down when I pick em up
  Never keep em close
  Hit em and then I switch em up
  Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
  Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks
  Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
  Yeah we counting hundreds
  A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
  We never blunted
  Smoking them raws cause we raw
  Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
  Real life we riding real cars
  Hustle hard for muscle cars
  Fuck the best broads
  Blowing O’s at all cost
  Natural born stars, what they saying, yeah [Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Taylor Gang Or Die
  Wizzle