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Amp - When I'm Gone (feat. AMP Ell & BuckoSavage) Lyrics



Amp - When I'm Gone (feat. AMP Ell & BuckoSavage) Lyrics
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I know you miss me when I'm gone But I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport.
Blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit pretty bitches, shakin ass
We done caused flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw it on these Louis Vs, holdin' up my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy
Bury me a certified stepper
They wonder how I shine in the dirt, applied pressure
Come against the ties, get you tied to a stretcher
Now he Wyclef, someone please call 9-11
We ain't with the extra nigga, we ain't with that rah rah
Was broke, now I make her back appear a nigga wallah
Used to tell me no, now she tryna toss the na-na
Used to be her lil' daddy, now I'm Big Poppa
If it ain't sloppy, then she ain't suckin' proper
Ain't over till I make her fatty sing like a opera
All these niggas actin', they competin' for a Oscar
But we the winnin' team, bet she wanna join the roster
I heard that,
Ain't no feelings, kick a bitch, where the curb at
Everybody eatin' at the table, brought a bird back.......
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad
Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport, blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit, pretty bitches shakin' ass
We done caused a flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw it on these Louis Vs, holdin' on my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
I was broke, now I'm up and they mad crazy
Niggas really bums, bitches really basic
Pocket full of white guys, ain't never been a racist
I ain't never been a racist, smokin' on taste
Niggas talk crap, I'ma pull up with the youngins
Pull up with the youngins, boys get to dumpin
Smokin' on somethin',
Smokin' on somethin' that you ain't never seen
Smokin' on some, mm-mm, yeah, Yao Ming
Money real tall,
Take a bad bitch to the mall
Give her what she want, buy it all
I gotta hit the road, I gotta come back with the load
Got it got them prices for the low, we got them for the cheap
Yeah, we got them boas for the low
Yeah, we got them bitches two for four...
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad
Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport, blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit, pretty bitches shakin' ass
We done caused a flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw on these Louis Vs, holdin' on my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy...
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I know you miss me when I'm gone But I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport.
Blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit pretty bitches, shakin ass
We done caused flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw it on these Louis Vs, holdin' up my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy
Bury me a certified stepper
They wonder how I shine in the dirt, applied pressure
Come against the ties, get you tied to a stretcher
Now he Wyclef, someone please call 9-11
We ain't with the extra nigga, we ain't with that rah rah
Was broke, now I make her back appear a nigga wallah
Used to tell me no, now she tryna toss the na-na
Used to be her lil' daddy, now I'm Big Poppa
If it ain't sloppy, then she ain't suckin' proper
Ain't over till I make her fatty sing like a opera
All these niggas actin', they competin' for a Oscar
But we the winnin' team, bet she wanna join the roster
I heard that,
Ain't no feelings, kick a bitch, where the curb at
Everybody eatin' at the table, brought a bird back.......
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad
Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport, blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit, pretty bitches shakin' ass
We done caused a flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw it on these Louis Vs, holdin' on my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
I was broke, now I'm up and they mad crazy
Niggas really bums, bitches really basic
Pocket full of white guys, ain't never been a racist
I ain't never been a racist, smokin' on taste
Niggas talk crap, I'ma pull up with the youngins
Pull up with the youngins, boys get to dumpin
Smokin' on somethin',
Smokin' on somethin' that you ain't never seen
Smokin' on some, mm-mm, yeah, Yao Ming
Money real tall,
Take a bad bitch to the mall
Give her what she want, buy it all
I gotta hit the road, I gotta come back with the load
Got it got them prices for the low, we got them for the cheap
Yeah, we got them boas for the low
Yeah, we got them bitches two for four...
I know you miss me when I'm gone, but I gotta get a bag, baby
If I don't, you gon' see me doin' bad
Lately, I been gettin' to it,
Gettin' to it fast
Put this bitch in sport, blowin' out the dash
Room full of lit, pretty bitches shakin' ass
We done caused a flood, made it rain a couple bands
Throw on these Louis Vs, holdin' on my
Throw it on these Louis Vs, ayy...
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Writer: Markel Garner, Ellis Cummings
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