Sam Avry - Too Gone

(Kyrie's got that heat, hoe)
Woke up off of the X man, I still feel that shit
Check for my ex in my contacts, but I don't text that bitch
I'm bout to swerve in the S.R.T. off of this molly bitch
I'm too turnt like I'm Tony, run up the bands in this bitch
I'm bout to fuck that bitch with my chains on
Shades on my face like Ray Charles
And she told me to stop, shit too long
Said I had a lot of inches under my belt, I was talking bout this dick this big shlong
Yeah the blunt rotation is infinite, where the fuck am I at I'm too gone
(Too gone)

Run up a couple of racks and I walk out the bank
Pull up inside that big body and that motherfucker it built like a tank
Shawty, she putting my hand down her panties
Told me fuck her like a skank, yeah
I'm bout to dive in the ocean, shawty dripping like a lake
Cake day, cake day, cake day
Going down on a bitch call Mayday
Hella roaches up in the ash tray
Smoke a blunt Monday through Sunday
Now I don't know what that boy just gave me but fuck it, I'ma take the shit anyway
It's the same old shit, wake up in the morning just to sing and get high on replay

Woke up off of the X man, I still feel that shit
Check for my ex in my contacts, but I don't text that bitch
I'm bout to swerve in the S.R.T. off of this molly bitch
I'm too turnt like I'm Tony, run up the bands in this bitch
I'm bout to fuck that bitch with my chains on
Shades on my face like Ray Charles
And she told me to stop, shit too long
Said I had a lot of inches under my belt, I was talking bout this dick this big shlong
Yeah the blunt rotation is infinite, where the fuck am I at I'm too gone

Written by:
Sean McCune

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