she is gone lyrics – young money

“she is gone”

kane is in the building n*gg*

fairwell [x3]

fairwell [x3]

where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone
where, where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone [continued….]
where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
where, where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
man f*ck dat hoe, but imma kill that b*tch (fairwell [x3])
when i see that b*tch, imma kill that b*tch

[t-streets]
uhh, man i aint never need no b*tch
tell her take everything, don’t leave your sh*t
then i sent by her mama told her i’ll holla
tryin get it poppin’ now i’m single like a dolla
i’m killing these hoes my swagga is a murder weapon
i’m wanted, f*ck around and get arrested
i’m martin tell that b*tch get to steppin’
good morning, brand new b*tch for breakfast
t-streets what they call me
i never met desperate
don’t know lonely
go bout your business
let them other hoes want me

fairwell [x3]

where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone
where, where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone [continued….]
where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
where, where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
man f*ck dat hoe, but imma kill that b*tch (fairwell [x3])
when i see that b*tch, imma kill that b*tch

[millz]
my old b*tch gone, my new b*tch with me
and she in the club lookin’ for a new b*tch wit me
and truthfully tonight i might have your b*tch with me
she aint gonna dive in that benz, but she gunna dip wit me
her girl must thought millz was the next man
who knows where she at
she’s probably wit her ex man
no second guessin’ what’s the next plan
new season back to the green like a jets fan
i’m bout money and that attracts divas
you putta ring on her musta thought she was a keepa
but now that girl gone like a fast ball of cheetah

fairwell [x3]

where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone
where, where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone [continued….]
where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
where, where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
man f*ck dat hoe, but imma kill that b*tch (fairwell [x3])
when i see that b*tch, imma kill that b*tch

[gudda guda]
east side gudda add another gudda
my b*tch was actin’ up so i had to get another
pockets on full chips stacked like pringles
cancel that b*tch buy another like nino
i lost one, got ten more callin’ man
women like fleas can’t shake dem b*tches offa me
i have a new one every morning with my coffee
i’m on that sip’ she love it when i’m off speed
so your not wanted like an orphan
your nothing to me just another dog b*tch barkin’
no need to come back b*tch
you could keep walkin’

fairwell [x3]

where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone
where, where my old lady at
where my old, where
she is gone, she is gone [continued….]
where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
where, where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
man f*ck dat hoe, but imma kill that b*tch (fairwell [x3])
when i see that b*tch, imma kill that b*tch

where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch (fairwell [x3])
where, where my old lady, imma kill that b*tch
man f*ck dat hoe, but imma kill that b*tch

fairwell [x3]

/ young money lyrics