Текст песни King Of The World - Gone Gone Gone

Can't Go Home
Жанр: Blues Rock
Исполнитель: King Of The World
Альбом: Can't Go Home
Длительность: 03:40
Рейтинг: 750
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[Verse 1: Tyga] Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end At the end, stealing friends, heard I was on your hit list Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision” So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling It take time when you plying on the beat I kill it, I bet I kill it Producer witness to see Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver We gon fuck out way to the top and fall later So I'mma fuckin never call her later Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing, Mufucka I’m gone! [Hook] Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone [Verse 2: Tyga] She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds You say you did it, I done it You old nigga, I’m younger You fold up under pressure I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka Never gave 2 fucks: Double Rubbers Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper Never depended on anyone co-dependent Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions No middle mans, in the middle of my sands Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals I’m detrimental, on any instrumental I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow To these rappers to the fucking grizzle Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, I’m gone [Hook x2] Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone [Verse 3: Big Sean] Big, Finally Famous in this I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of Not too many Young G’s made of what I am So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California drugs And where I made my money? Nigga all of the above I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong I’m a G + 1 what’s that muthafucka? That’s gone
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