Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Gone, artist - Danny Brown.
Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Your Gone |
But still pay for yo' bitch manicure |
But only fuck with her 'cause the homegirl sell me Adderall (Haha) |
But we ain’t ever sell that all |
So call us, Mister AKA always have a ball (Yeah) |
So everyday gets loopier |
She takin' off her clothes, would think we gave her Everclear (Step) |
But it was |
Put it in her big hole and squirt it out her little hole (Hahahaha) |
I wanted to pay this and the plug wanted that |
We met in the middle because opposites attract |
I cut the pack, make the brick collapse |
I bitches to do things when my fingers snap |
Uh, I never lost a challenge |
Boy and girl in my home, I’m a foster parent |
Run with the lions, berry |
Pounds of the loud, very |
Drinkin' Dom Peri', I’m with Danny Brown |
And a blonde bitch with no belly |
Uh, whole things ain’t make it enough |
I’m shaving weight like Hydroxycut, uh |
'Til my profits start proppin' up, uh |
It’s a part of the business to go away for years, like the Olympics |
Can I get a witness? |
Huh, you better say no |
You ain’t seen nothin' |
I grew up with niggas that didn’t wanna be nothin' |
Of course, of course (Of course, of course) |
We gettin' money because we take yours (Take yours) |
Bonjour, bonjour (Bonjour) |
Moncler and the AP is offshore (Yeah) |
Of course, of course (Of course, of course) |
We gettin' money because we take yours (Take yours) |
Bonjour, bonjour (Bonjour) |
Moncler and the AP is offshore (Yeah) |
Uh, movin' O’s to make bread, that’s a bagel |
Got the fiends off the boy, dancin' like Fabo |
Uh, we wear cardi’s to parties, race 'Raris |
Date Barbies, smoke Marley and show up to court tardy |
This DMT got me thinkin' that I can’t make the week |
I need it quicker, plottin' on a white girl like them guys that tried to kidnap |
Whitmer |
I’m a Laker, you a Clipper |
This is God talkin' and this is scripture, listen, uh |
Hail Mary, hail Mary |
Come with me or you’re calling people for commissary |
a nigga like Tom and Jerry |
Give 'em baby showers like Burberry |
Doin' this 'til |
On you niggas heads like tooth fairies |
Smash a bitch like blueberries |
Made her ass whine, now my time to shine |
Got that good water like alkaline |
Asinine, thinkin' that you could fuck with mine |
Y’all niggas stuck in time |
Like a lost notebook with forgotten rhymes |
Of course, of course |
We gettin' money because we take yours |
Bonjour, bonjour |
Moncler and the AP is offshore |
Of course, of course |
We gettin' money because we take yours |
Bonjour, bonjour |
Moncler and the AP is offshore |
That nigga said «Okay, |
All that bullshit came from New York, nigga |
We in, we in Detroit, nigga |