Too Gone
Turn it down a little bit
Hold on
Yeah what's up?
Nah, I'm in the Stu right now
Recording this little song I made about you
I'll hit you up right after
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty too gone
Shawty too fly
She don't want love
She done with these guys
Call a nigga up
Tell me what you like
All my old ways
Had to put that shit aside
Clear champagne got the bottles on ice
Spending time on you
It don't matter what's the price
Hit it from the back
Blowing out your tail lights
You ain't ever had nobody do it for you in your life
Ceddy fuck it up
Got her grabbing on my chain
Front shots only
Cause your pretty ass face
Say you hard to handle
Shawty I got what it takes
Ceddy ain't a buster
Can't compare me to a lame
She eat the whole dick up
Like she need gains
She let a nigga in
Her insides get rearranged
She cook a nigga food while I'm chilling on the game
And while I'm at the Stu
She know it she don't complain
X-Rated texting
Got me in here flexing
Put them moves on you
Like we playing tekken
Your ex nigga hurt
I got that nigga stressing
And your family love me
He still ain't get the message
Yeah I'm back
I'm gonna come through and see what's with you for real
You with that
Shawty too gone
Shawty too fly
She don't want love
She done with these guys
Call a nigga up
Tell me what you like
All my old ways
Had to put that shit aside
Clear champagne
Got the bottles on ice
Spending time on you
It don't matter what's the price
Hit it from the back
Blowing out your tail lights
You ain't ever have nobody do it for you in your life
Hold on
Yeah what's up?
Nah, I'm in the Stu right now
Recording this little song I made about you
I'll hit you up right after
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty too gone
Shawty too fly
She don't want love
She done with these guys
Call a nigga up
Tell me what you like
All my old ways
Had to put that shit aside
Clear champagne got the bottles on ice
Spending time on you
It don't matter what's the price
Hit it from the back
Blowing out your tail lights
You ain't ever had nobody do it for you in your life
Ceddy fuck it up
Got her grabbing on my chain
Front shots only
Cause your pretty ass face
Say you hard to handle
Shawty I got what it takes
Ceddy ain't a buster
Can't compare me to a lame
She eat the whole dick up
Like she need gains
She let a nigga in
Her insides get rearranged
She cook a nigga food while I'm chilling on the game
And while I'm at the Stu
She know it she don't complain
X-Rated texting
Got me in here flexing
Put them moves on you
Like we playing tekken
Your ex nigga hurt
I got that nigga stressing
And your family love me
He still ain't get the message
Yeah I'm back
I'm gonna come through and see what's with you for real
You with that
Shawty too gone
Shawty too fly
She don't want love
She done with these guys
Call a nigga up
Tell me what you like
All my old ways
Had to put that shit aside
Clear champagne
Got the bottles on ice
Spending time on you
It don't matter what's the price
Hit it from the back
Blowing out your tail lights
You ain't ever have nobody do it for you in your life
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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