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Wiz Khalifa

Gone

 

Gone

(album: Prince Of The City 2 - 2008)


Yeah, it's young
Ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up
Light that shit
Pass it
Nah, fuck that
Face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers (Yeah)
Nigga ask me what's wrong with me?

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank, riding in my ride
So blowed, don't how to think but I'm staying high
I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you choking on?
Mr. Blow It by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tucking nothing cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em coming back to back to back, we roll up
('Til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazing right now, niggas telling me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rolling up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, heavy chiefing 'til I choke
Niggas asking me what's wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank, niggas know how I roll
It look like my eyes closed, Hennessy and Hydro, rhyme slow
Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed and I'm a different type a high
(My nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smoking Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown running
Homie thinking he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll something
(And then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doing 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh up off the plane, head straight into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swinging blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
Niggas asking me what's wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

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