All The Way Gone

Just me and you girl... woah She leave her hair in the sink She leave her hair on the floor Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more She wear a scarf, Louis V to be exact It's a wrap, messing up her wrap, blowing out her back Never let another rap nigga hit it from the back or the front Or my mama nigga, I be gone for months, come back (And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight) I'ma lick in circles now... (Tell me what that feel like) Feels like when you try them red bottoms on It feels like the song cause we all the way gone... Between me and you, do anything for old girl Like hit it in the morning, yeah, Cole World Baby you're the one You ain't gotta hit the club no more Cause we done did that Tryna find the one But you been looking for love in all the wrong places Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene They gon' keep on watching, give 'em something to see We gonna be all the way gone We gonna be all the way gone She call me all the time, I ain't no regular Joe I be staying at the Roosevelt more than Marilyn’s ghost I'm messing bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some Foams Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke TC's is on her person I'm aware that you know And you know the flow, cause they jack it, I'm apparently cold, you know Life's lemons is bitter, I need another fruit She know we can't elope, look at what honey do Straight G thing, double M G thing Weed they can't fuck with, I'm puffin A.C. Green Courtesy of lyricshall.com When I peep in the public, bet I'm leaving with something And I'm so fly I make some homebodies luggage Shout out Donny Sublime Shout out Bobby on Hundreds Not too many is touching, double M G this summer The RED album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her I know Mario's on the hook, but I was playing Duck Hunt Baby you're the one You ain't gotta hit the club no more Cause we done did that Tryna find the one But you been looking for love in all the wrong places Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene They gon' keep on watching, give 'em something to see We gonna be all the way gone We gonna be all the way gone Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone And you ain't doing nothing wrong But killing the competition in that Cosabella thong Turn to the side, let me see them thighs Profile, damn I'm digging your style, we can start slow now Then speed it up, this playing in the background While I beat it up - I beat it up... Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long We gon' make it to the bedroom, I like the guest room You can pick the next room Put the camera on the tripod, got me playing on your iPod I know you feeling me on my job: Director Cut! Baby you're the one You ain't gotta hit the club no more Cause we done did that Tryna find the one But you been looking for love in all the wrong places Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene They gon' keep on watching, give 'em something to see We gonna be all the way gone We gonna be all the way gone