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Artiste : Fabolous
Titre : Gone for the Winter
Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray
Reminiscing on our past days
Back before a nigga went cold
Back before a nigga sold his soul

The grass appears greener, on the other side
Cash is way greener, over here where I reside
Soon as the summer come around I´ma make sure you see me
Said I´ma make sure you see me, ayy, but for now

Shouldn´t you be gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Shouldn´t you be gone (Gone)
Gone for the winter (For the winter, yeah)
Gone for the winter (Ooh, ooh, uh, yeah)
A-a-ain´t that what the birds do?
(The summer´s ours and the winter too)
They told me love don´t cost a thing
Bitch I´m headin´ to the bank
(That´s that´s that´s just what it feels like)

Hit the scene sippin´ lean, give a fuck ´bout what you think
A-a-ain´t that what the birds do?
(The summer´s ours and the winter too)
They told me love don´t cost a thing
Bitch I´m headin´ to the bank
(That´s that´s that´s just what it feels like)
Hit the scene sippin´ lean, give a fuck ´bout what you think

Uhh, straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle (yeah)
My ears to the streets, I hear your ass when you mumble (yeah)
They say you can´t do it ´cause the last nigga fumble
As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, huh?

Head high, middle finger higher
My youngin´ don´t rap but that little nigga fire
Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed
Then Bosh tapped it to him
You know what had happened to ´em, swish
It´s all about a swish
Know a nigga who would, you ain´t even gotta wish
It´s more in the sea and I done had a lot of fish
How she act when you ain´t up´ll tell a lot about a bitch (mm)
´Cause eagles don´t fly with pigeons, they way higher
All wings flap but you gotta stay flyer (woo!)
Niggas broke as a joke, sittin´ laughin´ together
I started cheesin´ after I turned my craft into cheddar (yeah)
I ran from the worst, chasin´ after the better
Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her

So what you have-nots know about havin´ knots?
Love for a hater only thing I haven´t got, yeah

Shouldn´t you be gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Shouldn´t you be gone (Gone)
Gone for the winter (For the winter, yeah)
Gone for the winter (Ooh, ooh, uh, yeah)
A-a-ain´t that what the birds do?
(The summer´s ours and the winter too)
They told me love don´t cost a thing
Bitch I´m headin´ to the bank
(That´s that´s that´s just what it feels like)
Hit the scene sippin´ lean, give a fuck ´bout what you think
A-a-ain´t that what the birds do?

(The summer´s ours and the winter too)
They told me love don´t cost a thing
Bitch I´m headin´ to the bank
(That´s that´s that´s just what it feels like)
Hit the scene sippin´ lean, give a fuck ´bout what you think

Yeah, uhh, look
You know I get around baby, that´s just how the life be
I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey
And I ain´t spent a month at home, still be in my comfort zone
Fuck askin´ for a seat, you gotta come for thrones
Kings don´t speak English we speak Kinglish
I scoop a chick from Queensbridge, she comin´ back a Queen bitch

Think BIG and Kim, now think bigger than them
Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gem
Never stressed of lil´ things, like a hater
That´s something that comes when you eatin´, like a waiter
Live from the 718
It´s the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late
You see I big up the flows, every word is capital
I killed all them hoes, I´m the murder capital
I´m the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin´ to
(Huh?) You the name that usually comes behind, "word, what happened to"
Hah, y´all old washed niggas
Was the man now your all no washed, nigga
That´s why I´m on one like old George Wash, nigga

If it´s wanted gotta chase it like John Walsh, nigga
I´m gone

If you wan´ hear that tune again somebody say PULL UP (PULL... UP!!)
Them say who God bless no man never curse
Them say love yourself or you can´t love nobody at all
If you ain´t a hater, put your hands in the air right now
BUN BAD MIND!!!

Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray
Reminiscin´ on the past days
´fore a nigga went cold
Back before a nigga sold his soul

The grass is way greener, on the other side
Ay, the cash is way cleaner, over here where I reside
Ay, soon as the summer come around I´ma make sure you see me
I´ma make sure you see me
I´ma make sure you see me
Shouldn´t you be, g-g-g-gone

Represent, represent
Came through in ´98, and I´ve been reppin´ since
These cats ain´t real, just found out they leopard print
´Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints
Well, I can smell a hate on your breath
And I´m all out of Tic Tacs

All I got is click-clack
Put it to your mouth just like Cutti did to Anthony
I tried to be a friend motherfucker, you under handed me
Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me
´Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me
Sayin´ your name could do more for you than it can for me
You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy
You ain´t have a penny to your name Anfernee
Don´t ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me
We don´t bass, we throw niggas in the trunk for real
Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil
Champagne every night, I done drunk a mil
Yeah, now that´s money wasted
But now it´s kinda hard for me to buy Ace
´Specially when I just seen Hov´ buy Ace
Moves, time to make moves
No more jab steps, those is fake moves
Gotta make it happen, no time for what may work
My plan B´s another way to make my plan A work
I´ll do the job myself and I´m still boss
You was in a win-win and you still lost
From Young OG to Young O´Genius
This is vintage shit, I don´t think you young hoes seen this
I funeral shit, y´all shoulda brung more Kleenex
Even my junior ballin´, yeah my sun so phoenix
Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus
Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga
I tossed pies, flung those pizzas
My lady a work of art, call her a young Mo´ Lisa