All the Way Gone

She leave her hair in the sink

She leave her hair on the floor

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

She wear a scarf, Louis V the big sack

It's a wrap, messing up her wrap, blowing out her back

Never let another rat hit it from back or the front

On my mama nigga, I be gone for months

I come back

And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight

I'm a lick in circles now...

Tell me what that feel like

Feels like when you try them red bottoms on

It feels like the song cause we all the way gone...

Between me and you, do anything for old girl

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cold world

Baby you're the one

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Sweeter than that

Tryna find the one

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene

They gonna keep on watching

We gonna be all the way gone

We gonna be all the way gone

She call me all the time, I ain't no regular Joe

I be staying at the Roosevelt more than Marilyn goes

I met some bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some foam

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

CC's is on her purse so I'm aware that she know

And you know the flow, they jack it, I'm apparently cold ya know

Life's limits is bitter, I need another fruit

She know we can't elope, look at what honey do

Straight G thing, double M G thing

Weed, they can't fuck wit em puffin AC green

When I peep in the public, bet I'm leaving with something

And I'm so fly I make some homebodies liable to love it

Shout out diamond supply

Shout out Bobby on hundreds

Not too many is touching

Double M G this summer

The RED album, little red shortie, you can't touch him

I know Mario's on the hook, but I was playing Duck Hunt

Baby you're the one

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Sweeter than that

Tryna find the one

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene

They gonna keep on watching

We gonna be all the way gone

We gonna be all the way gone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Send him the voice mail cause we all the way gone

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

But killing the competition in that Cosabella thong

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Profile, man I'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

While I beat it up - I beat it up...

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

We gonna make it to the bedroom, I like the guest room

You can pick the next room

Put the camera on the tripod, got me playing on your iPod

I know you feeling me on my job: Director

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