All The Way Gone - The Game, Mario, Wale

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 back or the front

On my mama nigga, I be gone for months

I come back

(And it’s still tight, I like when it’s real tight)

I’mma 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 met some bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some Foams

Shorty been fly forever, these bitches' parachutes broke

TC’s is on her person I’m aware that you know

And you know the flow, 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

When I peep in the public, bet I’m leaving with something

And I’m so fly I make some homebodies ??

leave the 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

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!