- Wiz Khalifa Gone 歌詞
- Wiz Khalifa
- Yeah, its young, ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me whats wrong with me?
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
Ridin in my ride, so blowed, dont how to think
But Im stayin high
Ima roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then Im gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin on?
Mr. Bud by the Zone, Os like Omarion
And we aint tuckin nothin cousin, whats the hold up?
Keep em comin back to back to back, we roll up
(Til its all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I aint stingy, its enough to go around
And Im blazin right now, niggas tellin me to hold on
Crank it , twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then, Im gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, thats unheard about
Rollin up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin til I choke
Niggas askin mewhats wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said Im gone
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky )
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, Im gone off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
Nigga, Im on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed
And Im a different type a high
(My nigga, Im gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin Purple Kryptonite
Make sure you curl that Swisher right
Cause I aint tryna have this home grown runnin
Homie thinkin he gon smoke for free
I duck em, roll somethin
(Then, Im gone)
In my ride, doin 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when Im gone)
I aint the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin blunts round, sun up till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin me whats wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, Im gone
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, Im gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky , that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
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