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lirik lagu tyga - i'm gone

[verse 1: tyga]
looking around gl-ss, 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, still ain’t friends, heard i was on your hit list
d-mn, now i’m driving ferrarris f-cking random b-tches
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 audemars/breguet sh-t
just left the hood, word to the 5th dist
bout to cop a g, tear the roof like diddy
and my city color purple n-gga, no celie
it takes time when you plotting on the beat
i k!ll it, i bet i k!ll it, producer witness to see
b-tches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
got that buzz: lil b, sting a b-tch: ali
comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
cause i’m a dope -ss n-gga and i ball, player
never save a ho, can’t even get a life saver
she gon f-ck our way to the top and fall later
so i’mma f-ck her, never call her later
skinny n-gga got my weight up
middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? we ain’t racing
muf-cka i’m gone!

[chorus]
middle finger to my haters, muf-cka why you hating? i’m gone
i ain’t really wanna do it but i did it to em, n-gga i’m gone
leave the beat sh-t alone, leave the bullsh-t at home, i’m gone
even though i’m out of here, n-gga gotta keep it real, i’m gone

[verse 2: tyga]
she f-ckin’ with me, these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
you say you did it, i done it, you old n-gga, i’m younger
you fold up under pressure, i’m good straight in the stretches
b-tches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
never gave 2 f-cks: 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
n-ggas think they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
i’m detrimental on any instrumental
i ain’t pulling t–th, n-gga better hide your pillow
chew these rappers to the f-cking gristle
bad to the bone, red zippers, mike jizzle, n-gga gone

[verse 3: big sean]
i say, f-ck sleep stayed up, f-ck you, pay up
always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
payday will 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 it where i am
so i was waiting on a doctor man, patient as i am
i guess a young d-boy made it into a man
with girls half-naked around like we finna land in the sand
red-eyes to rome and they connecting to france
with some bomb–ss p-ssy, that b-tch came straight from iran
my jewelry made in j-pan, i’m off california drugs
and where i made my money? n-gga, all of the above
i could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
p-ssing 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 motherf-cker? that’s gone

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