CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I’m Gone (Lyrics)
(Pre Chorus)
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
(Verse 1)
Skeet, skeet, skeet skeet
Then I'm out hoe
Everyone like damn you gotta dope flow
Yeah I know, Yeah I know, Yeah I know, Bro
Yeah, I know, ha
(Verse 2)
Everyones a star they just gotta find their shine
If it don't make you happy don't waste your time
I remember being last place far behind
But, now I'm winning b*t*h got the whole pie
(Verse 3)
See I'm not the pеrson I used to be
Cause mad motha f**kеrs took advantage of me
See I got a big heart but no use to me
But now I'm ballin out cuz b*t*h I'm doing me
(Verse 4)
An we know it's never simple never easy
Never a clean break no ones here to save me
Your the only thing I know like the back of my hand
(Pre Chorus)
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
(Verse 5)
An all these b*t*hes think I'm fetty wap
f**k no it's speed gang lil b*t*h whats up
No stab a Fetty tho, lil Broodie whats up
Imma pour another drink then stir my cup
(Verse 6)
Imma get, faded then blackout
Im doing lines off her chest Doing lines on the couch
Imma get faded then blackout
Doing lines off her chest doing lines on the couch
(Verse 7)
Fish scale Fish scale
Numb my mouth
Screaming 616 b*t*h that's my town, X2
(Verse 8)
God damn I wanna kiss you right there baby
Rub my fingers through your hair baby
God damn I wanna kiss you right there baby
Rub my fingers through your hair baby
(Verse 9)
La la b*t*h Ra Ra, Seis Seis Seis
I f**ked your mom
Ra, Ra b*t*h, La La, Seis Seis Seis
I f**ked your mom
(Pre Chorus)
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
(Verse 1)
Skeet, skeet, skeet skeet
Then I'm out hoe
Everyone like damn you gotta dope flow
Yeah I know, Yeah I know, Yeah I know, Bro
Yeah, I know, ha
(Verse 2)
Everyones a star they just gotta find their shine
If it don't make you happy don't waste your time
I remember being last place far behind
But, now I'm winning b*t*h got the whole pie
(Verse 3)
See I'm not the pеrson I used to be
Cause mad motha f**kеrs took advantage of me
See I got a big heart but no use to me
But now I'm ballin out cuz b*t*h I'm doing me
(Verse 4)
An we know it's never simple never easy
Never a clean break no ones here to save me
Your the only thing I know like the back of my hand
(Pre Chorus)
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
(Verse 5)
An all these b*t*hes think I'm fetty wap
f**k no it's speed gang lil b*t*h whats up
No stab a Fetty tho, lil Broodie whats up
Imma pour another drink then stir my cup
(Verse 6)
Imma get, faded then blackout
Im doing lines off her chest Doing lines on the couch
Imma get faded then blackout
Doing lines off her chest doing lines on the couch
(Verse 7)
Fish scale Fish scale
Numb my mouth
Screaming 616 b*t*h that's my town, X2
(Verse 8)
God damn I wanna kiss you right there baby
Rub my fingers through your hair baby
God damn I wanna kiss you right there baby
Rub my fingers through your hair baby
(Verse 9)
La la b*t*h Ra Ra, Seis Seis Seis
I f**ked your mom
Ra, Ra b*t*h, La La, Seis Seis Seis
I f**ked your mom
(Pre Chorus)
God damn I'm a boss baby
Woah, Woah
I know your bad but I'm good for you
The cost baby
Oh My
It's cost is a lot but God Damn your fine
(Chorus)
I'mma pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
Hit the dash vroom, vroom, b*t*h oh
All your friends like I told you so
Pull up skeet, skeet, I'm gone
