CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gone (Rock Tha Show)
Uh, yeah-yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah
(Clayco, cook it up)
Uh, yeah-yeah
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
And no, she not coming right back
I call her, she call me right back
If she good, she callin' right back
If she call me, not answering that
Damn, she a nat
Yeah, that's a fact
She love me, I'm fly like a bat
Gotta go, and I'm not comin' back
'Nother show, finna touch down in Dallas
When I leave they don't know where I'm at
Tell that ho' to hit me on the app
I might link up but I don't know yet
Yeah, flawless baguettes, and your b*t*h she wanna come have some sex
Yeah, I'm 'bout a check, you lil' n***as not even on sh*t
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
Yeah, yeah, I get paid, b*t*h, I'm player, not simp
And I got hella hoes, like a pimp
Sh*t, I said I would do what I done did
Know my momma, she proud of her kid
I was broke, now it's Prada my kicks
I was broke, now it's Rick on my b*t*h
From the [?], top floor with my kins
Yeah, what it is, yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, they said I wouldn't do it
Yeah, but me, I'm just lookin' like this
Yeah, yeah, and no, she don't follow me, but she wanna come have my kids
Yeah, she said some' 'bout astrology, told that b*t*h that I'm just high as sh*t
She suck d**k, then I buy her some kicks
And yeah, we have sex but she can't get a kiss
And I know, yeah, I can't keep livin' like this
Book a show, it's on, racks in, b*t*h, I'm tryna get rich
Pack in, roll a log, not a twig
And lil' b*t*h, I ball out, Jason Kidd
Right now, I'm turnt up, Glock in my hand, I'm lit
Pipe down, lil' n***a, I swear you don't wanna meet this stick
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
Uh, yeah-yeah
(Clayco, cook it up)
Uh, yeah-yeah
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
And no, she not coming right back
I call her, she call me right back
If she good, she callin' right back
If she call me, not answering that
Damn, she a nat
Yeah, that's a fact
She love me, I'm fly like a bat
Gotta go, and I'm not comin' back
'Nother show, finna touch down in Dallas
When I leave they don't know where I'm at
Tell that ho' to hit me on the app
I might link up but I don't know yet
Yeah, flawless baguettes, and your b*t*h she wanna come have some sex
Yeah, I'm 'bout a check, you lil' n***as not even on sh*t
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
Yeah, yeah, I get paid, b*t*h, I'm player, not simp
And I got hella hoes, like a pimp
Sh*t, I said I would do what I done did
Know my momma, she proud of her kid
I was broke, now it's Prada my kicks
I was broke, now it's Rick on my b*t*h
From the [?], top floor with my kins
Yeah, what it is, yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, they said I wouldn't do it
Yeah, but me, I'm just lookin' like this
Yeah, yeah, and no, she don't follow me, but she wanna come have my kids
Yeah, she said some' 'bout astrology, told that b*t*h that I'm just high as sh*t
She suck d**k, then I buy her some kicks
And yeah, we have sex but she can't get a kiss
And I know, yeah, I can't keep livin' like this
Book a show, it's on, racks in, b*t*h, I'm tryna get rich
Pack in, roll a log, not a twig
And lil' b*t*h, I ball out, Jason Kidd
Right now, I'm turnt up, Glock in my hand, I'm lit
Pipe down, lil' n***a, I swear you don't wanna meet this stick
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone
