Gone 4 Ah Minute lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
Like Mike, I just started the last three songs, man
It's time for you to start it off, it’s time for you to pay the cost, it's time for you to be the boss

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Baby girl, I gotta leave, but I ain't gon’ be gone for a while
But bae, I'ma be gone for a minute
And the feds tryna get me, I'm sitting back just waiting on my sentence
Think I'ma be gone for a minute
I know I ain't going far, before I leave the crib
I like the dough, I know I'ma be gone for a minute
And I still can't believe this
My n*gga died in 2010, it feel like he been gone for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For, ah
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Ah
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
She let me hit that lil pus*y for a minute
She hit me with the splish splash, got me swimming
They caught us f*cking on camera, now we trending
pus*y fire, but her head game tremendous
She kinda young, I'm like bae, how you f*ck like that?
Like two dogs humping, now we stuck like that
I hit her with some dope di*k, made her come right back
I’m talking getting real nasty, when she drunk like that
But I like it though
She sucking di*k on all fours, made her bite the floor
You know I f*cked her best friend, just the night before
I be lying ’bout this sh*t, that she don't like to know
She bit the tip of my di*k, I tried to fight the ho
b*tch, you blew it now, ain’t no more c*m showers
When she she say "it's in my gut", made me hump harder
[?], bring your ass home, we in a rush hour
Auntie sniffing coke off a plate, it's too much powder
Hold it down like I'm 50, got too much Power
A hundred K, steal your gold, we done touched ours
She only pop out when it’s hot, she a sunflower
f*ck going to school, was having sex during my lunch hour

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
I was finna drink some lemonade, but the punch harder
I was finna shoot him with my gun, but the punch harder
Had to rap around the phone twice, it's a broken charger
362, but it gon' put you in a broke charder
I make music, I paint pictures, I'm a dope artist
Old school new from the crib, I remote start it
Pulled up in the tesla, it be self-parking
No, it be self-driving
I know a n*gga who don't need support, he was self-driven
Pulled up to the titty bar, and seen my church reverend
I gave my young dawg the bag, he a good salesman
Baby boy, if I was [?] you would've smoked Melvin
[?] when he pulled that gun out, I would've smoked D-Bo
I be betting on a bank, you don't know Casino
n*gga always speaking on what he know, but he don't know the G Code
I don't really like no shy b*tches, I be f*cking freak hoes
You a nasty, dirty di*k dawg, you don't f*ck anything
You can't say hi to my hoes, because my b*tches mean
We both drink Wok, but mine's purple, and his green
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