When I Was Gone (Album Version|Edited)

When I Was Gone (Album Version|Edited) - YG/Rodney J. "RJ" Brown/Tee Cee/Charlie Hood/Reem Riches/Slim 400

When I was gone

I heard you was f**kin' on whoever

Love you again I can never

When I was gone

You tried to take a advantage of a ni**a

Had me pull a hammer on a ni**a (on a ni**a)

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

I was in jail wit' all niggas

You was waiting to exhale f**king wit all niggas

My momma said I should accept yo apology

But f**k that that's just reverse psychology

I don't love you no more and I think you a ho

You let a ni**a go too long without no sto

For all my niggas doing time I know how it get

Yo homies disappear and yo b**ch turn into a flip

Once upon a time I thought

I found love but then she played me

I was gone came back now my baby having a baby

I know you was cheatin' I was outta town eatin'

But real players we don't get mad we get EVEN

But this is why I lost feelins'

'Cause if these hoes ain't fully flippin

Then they cartwheeling

When I was gone

I heard you was f**kin' on whoever

Love you again I can never

When I was gone

You tried to take a advantage of a ni**a

Had me pull a hammer on a ni**a (on a ni**a)

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

She got a ni**a in here dumb hot (dumb hot)

Tell a b**ch hurry up it's in that green dot

Left a ni**a in the dirt now she like

7-Eleven giving free slurps

I bought a celly from my cellmate

She don't even text a ni**a no kind of sex-play

F**k that b**ch imma have the lil home girls rush that b**ch

I say my bail too high my hopes too low

My case too slow Violation from my P O

I just got out I shoulda just stayed on the couch

3-way now my ho tryna cuss me out

And my lawyer say the witness coming to trial

On top of that I heard my main b**ch f**kin' around

Im bangin' and sh*t my lady prolly sellin' her clit

No money on my books

A ni**a taking L'S wit this b**ch

When I was gone

I heard you was f**kin' on whoever

Love you again I can never

When I was gone

You tried to take a advantage of a ni**a

Had me pull a hammer on a ni**a (on a ni**a)

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

Thass' why you don't love these hoes

If I put my trust in a b**ch I'll always be hurt

Shoulda known you wasn't sh*t

From that fake louie purse

You broke dumb and goofy

Really tried to boof me you gone end up

Like ya mama a old ratchet hoochie

You couldn't stay down if you was nailed to the floor

Three baby daddy's I ain't tryna be fo' (uh-uh)

Thass why I got no love these hoes sucka duckin'

You be suckin all the bros

When I was gone I heard you was f**kin

On budda hoein in the hood gettin gudda

When I was gone heard you was hangin

On the block b**ch I don't like you on da block

When I ain't home you be doing hella ho sh*t

Thinkin I ain't heard up in this b**ch

Run my door or imma pull a blade on you b**ch

Pen it 'til she blast on you b**ch

And I ain't wrong

My telly went big on the sto and

You ain't even yo phone

And now a ni**a on lost all respect for you b**ch

You can burn I ain't gonna spit on you b**ch

When I was gone