Thouxanbanfauni – GONE WIT IT lyrics

[Intro]
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I fucked that ho, I vroom in the wind and then I'm gone wit' it (Zoom, gone wit' it)
I fucked that ho and light the way and Fauni gone wit' it
I'm in yo' city for one night and then I'm gone wit' it (Then I'm gone wit' it)

[Chorus]
Bitch, you fucking trippin', anything gone wit' it
50 bitches in my bed, made a song wit' it
I put some dick up in her lips, she think she grown wit' it
We hit a lick out of town and came home wit' it
We here for 50, got enough to throw a bone wit' it
He like my music, just be acting like a clone wit' it
Ayy, put me on a lick, just don't be on the phone wit' it
Niggas actin' weird, don't even want me hearin' 'bout it
Hesitatin' 'bout some money, better gone wit' it
You better come pick up your mans, but it gone wit' it
You better get these bitches quick, but it gone wit' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, but we gone wit' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy, we gone wit' it

[Post-Chorus]
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it

[Verse]
Oh, baby, baby, baby, why so quick to [?] wit' it?
Your mans got money, but not like me, I put you on wit' it
I'ma once this bih from the back and the side, I'll make her moan wit' it
Any nigga I just can't ever get along wit' 'em
They lately [?] broke as fuck, I can't get along wit' 'em
I told that bitch, "I right my wrongs, but can't do wrong wit' 'em"
All these bitches just wanna see if I do some wrong wit' 'em
That Bonnie and Clyde shit, but I can't do no wrong wit' 'em
Gotta get this money, fuck decisions and the consequences
Told these bitches that we need it, all on my lieutenant
I'm talking 'bout green, getting it, green, getting it, I just get it
I gotta fuck it up, get it right back, else I spend it
Ooh, spit it, spit it, spit it, sloppy lil' biddie
Uh, nasty lil' hoe, all up in some diddy
Had her [?] some diddy and boosted her titties
Got her ass down and she boost it up, titty
Niggas don't understand, we can't [?]
I don't think these niggas even fuckin' on Brittany
Fuckin' on bae and we got no ebony
All that cakey up [?] my wedding
All that cakey up-up at my wedding
[?], but I can't be stressin'
Yeah, we gettin' money, every day a blessin'
Wakin' up in the mornin', you know that's a blessin'

[Chorus]
Bitch, you fucking trippin', anything gone wit' it
50 bitches in my bed, made a song wit' it
I put some dick up in her lips, she think she grown wit' it
We hit a lick out of town and came home wit' it
We here for 50, got enough to throw a bone wit' it
He like my music, just be acting like a clone wit' it
Ayy, put me on a lick, just don't be on the phone wit' it
Niggas actin' weird, don't even want me hearin' 'bout it
Hesitatin' 'bout some money, better gone wit' it
You better come pick up your mans, but it gone wit' it
You better get these bitches quick, but it gone wit' it
Early bird gon' get the worm, but we gone wit' it
All the loot y'all left around, boy, we gone wit' it

[Post-Chorus]
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it
Gone wit' it, gone wit' it