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TYGA lyrics : "I'm Gone ft. Big Sean"

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Looking around glass, my future is in the past

I'm re-arranging my life, I'm single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list

Damn, now I'm driving Ferraris $#&@ing random (*##$es
People saying I made it but I don't feel too different
Wayne told me, "Close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"

So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all dem upper guest %#@!
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist

Bout to cop a G, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple ^!$$%, no ceiling
It takes time when you plotting on the beat

I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witnesses see
(*##$es stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B

Sting a (*##$: Ali
Comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers

Cause I'm a dope $$# ^!$$% and a ball player
Never save a hoe, can't even get a Life Saver
She gon $#&@ her way to the top and fall later

So I'mma $#&@en never call her later
Skinny ^!$$% got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? We ain't racing

Mu$#&@a I'm gone!

[Hook]


Middle finger to my haters, mu$#&@a why you hating? I'm gone
I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, ^!$$% I'm gone

Leave the beat %#@! alone, leave the bull%#@! at home, I'm gone
Even though I'm outta here, ^!$$% gotta keep it real, I'm gone


[Verse 2: Tyga]

She $#&@in with me, these ^!$$%s ain't $#&@in with me

Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old ^!$$%, I'm younger

You fold up under pressure
I'm good straight in the stretches
(*##$es pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka

Never gave 2 $#&@s: double rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper

Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands

^!$$%s think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental on any instrumental
I ain't pulling teeth, ^!$$% better hide your pillow

Chew these rappers to the $#&@ing grizzle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, Mike &&^(le, I'm gone


[Hook]

[Big Sean]


B.I.G.
Finally Famous in this..

I say, $#&@ sleep stayed up
$#&@ you, pay up
Always got a paycheck

Never took a pay cut
Payday will be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I'm mixing up whatever dreams are made of

Not too many young G's made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess a young D-boy made it into a man

With girls half-naked around like we feenin' laying the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass #~!!@, that (*##$ came straight from Iran

My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California drugs
And where I made my money? Huh ^!$$%, all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it's family tree
Doing "kush-ups" man cause the weed too strong

I'm a G + one what's that, mutha$#&@a? That's Gone
Said I'm a G + one, what's that, mutha$#&@a? That's Gone...
Lil' (*##$..

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