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When I'm Gone

 

When I'm Gone

(album: Ray Ray From Summer Hill - 2018)


Buddah blessed this beat
Think It's A Game

They gon miss me when I'm gone
Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone
Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'till it's all gone
They gon miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah
When you down and out who can you call on
And this was way before the phone
They know I'm picking up
Better know I'm pushing up

This was way before Pradas, we was some young niggas we ain't have no role models
Go hit the block and get some cheese that just how we was brought up
Fly nigga since a teen leveled up and now we balling like the globetrotters
Road runner money long as four hundred
All my jugs worth bout four hundred
I'm a stunner boy my pinky ring blinging like a mu-mufucka
And I'm sipping lean cup looking like a mud puddle yeah
Try and get my set you gon have to tackle me
[?] please, Ima boss you gotta answer me
Raise your hand to speak when I raise my hand they eat nigga
You know where I'm from what they gon do bout me nigga

They gon miss me when I'm gone
Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone
Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'till it's all gone
They gon miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah
When you down and out who can you call on
And this was way before the phone yeah
They know I'm picking up
Better know I'm pushing up

Aye when they call I'm picking up
Any beef I'm pushing up
Bought my nigga, my family, my paper it's war
I want answers nigga
All day and night we get active nigga
Broad day on sight, you know we all got a pipe
Plus we all got on ice
You know we strapped everywhere we go like we all got license yeah
Don't get popped like a Vicodin
Know I put AP on not the one from the Vikings
Never look at me wrong we gon cut out ya eyelids
I'm not the one to sleep on what the fuck is you tired bitch?
And I don't wanna see yours I'ma wait and get my shit
Knowing y'all my mains Ion't be fucking no side chicks

They gon miss me when I'm gone
Pour out some liquor for your dawgs gone
Pour up a pint wit ya dawg 'till it's all gone
They gon miss me when I'm gone yeah yeah
When you down and out who can you call on
And this was way before the phone yeah
They know I'm picking up
Better know I'm pushing up

Thug life shit nigga
Zone 3 shit nigga
Summerhill trust the tree know where the fuck we came from nigga
Couldn't walk a mile in mine ya know

done

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