Letra de I’m Gone - Cartel Bo

(Feat. Slim Thug)

He-Hello? (Can you hear me now?)

Yeah (Good)

(Will, what that is?)

Ah-ha, yeah (Crazy I just threw this shit up)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Haha, Avo)

I'ma give it your ass, bitch, I ain't got no love for you, ho (No, bitch, like)

I'm talkin' 'bout four and half flat, for real, um, bye (I didn't want to)

She bangin' this line, this line and that line (For real, yeah)

Plus the all three, she steady textin' (Bye, bitch)

But I ain't gotta answer one call, reply once for her to get the message (Princess-ass bitch, hell nah)

I owe no conversation, fuck him (Nha)

Hell, I just ain't have no commissary, nothin' (Hey)

Now look at all my diamonds, they in conjunction (Ooh)

'Rari red got all these unnecessary buttons (Haha, ha)

She just poured her whole heart out to me with touchin' (Yeah)

Then I pulled out that pimpin', I need them duckets (Haha, yeah)

Held her down, built her up, I do reconstruction (Hey)

She a well-oiled machine, gotta keep her pumpin' (Yeah)

Gotta pay me a fee 'fore we get to fuckin' (Yeah)

Baby, that's what it is and now what I stand on (Hey)

Niggas come in, burn their ass up quick like I put a tan on (Yeah, let's go, ha-ha)

A hundred rounds to every car (Hey), I ever send 'em in, I ain't put my hands on (Yeah, hey)

A hundred niggas in the studio with a hundred guns, ain't gon' use nan' one of them (Haha)

Fuck y'all talkin' about (Hey)

It's a problem, the police can talk him out (Yeah, ha-ha)

You can yell at them niggas and bark it out

Like your car need a boost, we can spark it out (Grrah)

You can't trade me, you can't save me (Nah, save me)

Hell, you paid me? (Paid me) Bitch, I made you (Made you), you ain't made me (Made me, what?)

Hell, I'd go take a ho to the store for some noodles and chips, it's more than what she gave me (Bitch, cheap bitch)

And the problem is you think you playin', the truth is you're fakin' and hurtin' and you can't get around it (Haha)

You want her mouth and a pussy, talkin' 'bout eatin' her ass

I want a purse and a new bank account (Yeah, let's go)

They killin' for pussy like it's been a drought (Hey)

I'm givin' that shit off a different amounts (For real)

He doin' thirty years, a new dick in her mouth (Haha)

And I'm puttin' her on plane so she get to her route (Yeah)

We separate hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)

They count it three times by three different people (For real)

This season for season, it comes with suprema, I love it

This shit here got too many sequels (Let's go)

I'm choose by the people (Hey)

He doin' alright, but we ain't nowhere near you (Hey, hey)

Equi got too many features, you cryin' to this ho' 'cause you love her and need her (Haha)

I know that this bitch is a disgustin' creature (For real, ha), so that's how I treat her (Hey)

I'm on the side where the grass gettin' greener (Ooh)

Roll up Ferraris and Lambs like you dreamin' (Hey)

Five different bitches is lickin' my penis, they fuckin' a demon (Yeah)

If I tell a ho that a duck pull a truck, hook that motherfucker up, then she better believe me (Then she better believe me, yeah)

She ain't just suckin' my dick, that bitch lovin' my dick, she gon' talk to it, slurp on it, squeeze it (For real, do it quick)

How you expectin' to come and get some cheese from me? I was just in there barrin' cheese (I was barrin' cheese)

Phones on the dresser, I grab my car keys and money, look back at my phones and I leave and I'm gone (Yeah)

Ha-ha (Yeah), yeah, you can leave me alone (Bitch)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Ha-ha)

Chunkin' up them deuces, bitch, you pretty but you useless

Cuban on stupid, you can't do this like we do this

Get him by the dozen, same ones these niggas lovin'

I fuck her, then said, "Fuck her," he be tryin' to be her husband

Thirty inches rubbin' when I turn too deep

I don't wanna grow up, I got toys in the streets

Keep freaks on my line, usually cut them one time

Always busy on my grind, I keep money on my mind

I ain't got time to talk, walk, sit and have doubts

Swear I hit her, then get rid of, send her home to her nigga quicker Tell a ho, "Please take these fees," now I'm free

I got more money than time, rather pay the bitch to leave

Keep new tricks up my sleeve, I'm a OG, I don't argue

I just get what I need, then I might see you tomorrow

Pussy ain't on, it's borrowed, I'm just glad I had my time

It's Big Slim and Cartel Bo, shit, you know we gon' shine, huh

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