Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gone For The Winter , by - Fabolous. Release date: 11.01.2015
Song language: English
Gone For The Winter |
| Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray |
| Reminiscing on our past days |
| Back before a nigga went cold |
| Back before a nigga sold his soul |
| The grass is way greener, on the other side |
| The cash is way greener, over here where I reside |
| Soon as the summer come around I’m gon' make sure you see me |
| Said I’ma make sure you see me |
| But for now |
| Shouldn’t you be |
| Gone |
| Gone for the winter |
| Gone for the winter |
| Ain’t that what the birds do |
| (The summers ours and the winter too) |
| They told me love don’t cost a thing |
| Bitch I’m heading to the bank |
| (That's that’s that’s just what it feels like) |
| Hit the scene sippin' lean, Give a fuck 'bout what you |
| Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle |
| My ears to the streets, I hear your ass when you mumble |
| They say you can’t do it cause the last nigga fumble |
| As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, huh? |
| Head high, middle finger higher |
| My youngin' don’t rap but that little nigga fire |
| Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed |
| Then Bosh tapped it to him |
| You know what had happened to 'em, swish |
| It’s all about a swish |
| Know a nigga who would, you ain’t even gotta wish |
| It’s more in the sea and I done had a lot of fish |
| How she act when you ain’t up will tell a lot about a bitch |
| Cause eagles don’t fly with pigeons, they way higher |
| All wings flap but you gotta stay flyer |
| Niggas broke as a joke, sitting laughin' together |
| I started cheesin' after I turned my craft into chedder |
| I ran from the worst, chasing after the better |
| Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her |
| So what you have-nots know about having knots? |
| Love for a hater only thing I haven’t got |
| You know I get around baby, that’s just how the life be |
| I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey |
| And I ain’t spent a month at home, still be in my comfort zone |
| Fuck asking for a seat, you gotta come for thrones |
| Kings don’t speak English we speak Kinglish |
| I scoop a chick from Queensbridge, she coming back a Queen bitch |
| Think BIG and Kim, now think bigger than them |
| Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gem |
| Never stressed of lil' things, like a hater |
| That’s something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter |
| Live from the 718 |
| It’s the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late |
| You see I big up the flows, everyword is capital |
| I killed all them hoes, I’m the murder capital |
| I’m the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin' to |
| You the name that usually comes behind, «word what happened to» |
| Hah, y’all old washed niggas |
| Was the man now your all no washed nigga |
| That’s why I’m on one like old Goerge Wash nigga |
| If t’s one they gotta chse it like John Walsh nigga |
| I’m gone |
| If you wanna hear that tune again somebody say pull up (pull up) |
| Them say who God bless, no man never curse |
| Them say love yourself or you can’t love nobody at all |
| If you ain’t a hater, put your hands in the air right now. |
| Bun bad mind! |
| Represent, represent |
| Came through in '98, and I’ve been reppin' since |
| These cats ain’t real, just found out they leopard print |
| Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints |
| Well, I can smell a hate on your breath |
| And I’m all out of Tic Tacs |
| All I got is click-clack |
| Put it to your mouth just like Cutti did to Anthony |
| I tried to a friend mother fucker, you under handed me |
| Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me |
| Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me |
| Saying your name could do more for you than it can for me |
| You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy |
| You ain’t have a penny to your name Anfernee |
| Don’t ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me |
| We don’t base, we throw niggas in the trunk for real |
| Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil |
| Champagne every night, I done drunk a mil |
| Yeah, now that’s money wasted |
| But now it’s kinda hard for me to buy Ace |
| 'Specially when I just seen Hov buy Ace |
| Moves, time to make moves |
| No more jab steps, those is fake moves |
| Gotta make it happen, no time for what may work |
| My plan B’s another way to make my plan A work |
| I’ll do the job myself and I’m still boss |
| You was in a win-win and you still lost |
| From Young OG to Young O’Genius |
| This is vintage shit, I don’t think you young hoes seen this |
| I funeral shit, y’all shoulda brung more Kleenex |
| Even my junior ballin, yeah my sun so phoenix |
| Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus |
| Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga |
| I tossed pies, flung those pizzas |
| My lady a work of art, call her a young Mo Lisa |