YOUNG MONEY - SHE IS GONE LYRICS
Writer(s):JOHNSON, DANIEL ANDREW/CARTER, DWAYNE/LILLY, CARL/MILLS, JARVIS ANTONIO/PREYAN, JERMAINE ANTHONY
Artist: Young Money Lyrics
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Date: Originally added at 6:54 am October 07, 2003.
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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
Where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Man **** dat hoe, but I'm a kill that *****
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
When I see that *****, I'm a kill that *****
Uh, man I ain't never need no *****
Tell her take everything, don't leave your ****
Then I sent to her 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, **** around and get arrested
I'm martin tell that ***** get to steppin'
Good morning, brand new ***** 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, fairwell, fairwell
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
Where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Man **** that hoe, but I'm a kill that *****
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
When I see that *****, I'm a kill that *****
My old ***** gone, my new ***** with me
And she in the club lookin' for a new ***** wit' me
And truthfully tonight I might have your ***** with me
She ain't gonna dive in that Benz, but she gonna dip wit' me
Oh 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 or cheetah
Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell
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
Where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Man **** that hoe, but I'm a kill that *****
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
When I see that *****, I'm a kill that *****
East side Gudda add another Gudda
My ***** was actin' up so I had to get another
Pockets on full chips stacked like Pringles
Cancel that ***** buy another like Nino
I lost one, got ten more callin' man
Women like fleas can't shake them *****es off 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 ***** barkin'
No need to come back *****
You could keep walkin'
Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell
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
Where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Man **** that hoe, but I'm a kill that *****
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
When I see that *****, I'm a kill that *****
Where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
Where, where my old lady, I'm a kill that *****
Man **** that hoe, but I'm a kill that *****
Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell
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