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Wiz Khalifa – Gone lyrics
Yo, Ya'll kniow what it is,
Money, Drugs & Bitches.
All Day, errday, mhmm.
Listen to this shit n-gga, you might learn something.
OG in my zow, hell naw, we aint smoking Reggie.
Bout to be a dad, but got way too many kids already.
N-ggas stealin swag, n-ggas stealin ad libs,
All about my cash so I'm always talkin cash shit.
This gin already poured, this joint already rolled.
I just got off the plane, now I'm back to getting blow
I'm not trynna play you, I'm not trynna pay.
I sell tons of swag, & give rhymes away,
I got cars to buy, I got flights to make,
Smoke hundred twenty, five times a day. ugh
Rollin weed & countin green
On the top no in between, ugh.
We the only real n-ggas left, Rest in peace My young & teff.
(Chorus)
And we gonna smoke until it's (Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
Buy the bar until it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
And spend it all until it's Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Ugh, These n-ggas stealin swag, where'd they do that at?
That aint kk in your bag, where they'd grow that at?
Less than 500k, where they move that at?
Not in Taylor Gang makin cake, we doin that.
Think I'm doing that. New car, aint no roof in that
N-ggas boofin bad, they know aint no truth in that.
Got my weight up, now my hate up, but I'm cool with that.
Hate you rich, but love you when you doin bad.
Now that I got cake, they say "Hey, whatchu do with that?"
Count them Louis bags, Chanel, just so my chick could brag
Dropped a 100k, just so my click could rag.
Paid in full bitch, Taylor Gang, we livin that. ugh.
(Chorus)
That loud all I smoke, might f-ck around do blow.
Strippin bitches on coke, pour gin down their throat.
The more money I throw, the harder they gonna go.
I can never go broke, trust me man, I know.
Still off them pills, trippy n-ggas for reals
Neck full of them diamonds, my sprite stay on chills
Rich til I'm killed, always spendin my mills
Before you was born, bitch I had a record deal.
Smoke a whole pound of weed, like it's just an eighth
Smokin all day homie, I don't need a break
Swear my lungs didn't seen better days
And I watch it get owned cause it escalate
I'm rollin up again, watch how high I get.
And I don't need rehab, I'm not trynna quit.
(Chorus)
Money, Drugs & Bitches.
All Day, errday, mhmm.
Listen to this shit n-gga, you might learn something.
OG in my zow, hell naw, we aint smoking Reggie.
Bout to be a dad, but got way too many kids already.
N-ggas stealin swag, n-ggas stealin ad libs,
All about my cash so I'm always talkin cash shit.
This gin already poured, this joint already rolled.
I just got off the plane, now I'm back to getting blow
I'm not trynna play you, I'm not trynna pay.
I sell tons of swag, & give rhymes away,
I got cars to buy, I got flights to make,
Smoke hundred twenty, five times a day. ugh
Rollin weed & countin green
On the top no in between, ugh.
We the only real n-ggas left, Rest in peace My young & teff.
(Chorus)
And we gonna smoke until it's (Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
Buy the bar until it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
And spend it all until it's Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Ugh, These n-ggas stealin swag, where'd they do that at?
That aint kk in your bag, where they'd grow that at?
Less than 500k, where they move that at?
Not in Taylor Gang makin cake, we doin that.
Think I'm doing that. New car, aint no roof in that
N-ggas boofin bad, they know aint no truth in that.
Got my weight up, now my hate up, but I'm cool with that.
Hate you rich, but love you when you doin bad.
Now that I got cake, they say "Hey, whatchu do with that?"
Count them Louis bags, Chanel, just so my chick could brag
Dropped a 100k, just so my click could rag.
Paid in full bitch, Taylor Gang, we livin that. ugh.
(Chorus)
That loud all I smoke, might f-ck around do blow.
Strippin bitches on coke, pour gin down their throat.
The more money I throw, the harder they gonna go.
I can never go broke, trust me man, I know.
Still off them pills, trippy n-ggas for reals
Neck full of them diamonds, my sprite stay on chills
Rich til I'm killed, always spendin my mills
Before you was born, bitch I had a record deal.
Smoke a whole pound of weed, like it's just an eighth
Smokin all day homie, I don't need a break
Swear my lungs didn't seen better days
And I watch it get owned cause it escalate
I'm rollin up again, watch how high I get.
And I don't need rehab, I'm not trynna quit.
(Chorus)
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