Game feat. Mario & Wale All the Way Gone Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • Just me and you girl
    Baby you're the one
    Let it rock, yeah yeah

    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 ***** hit it from the back or the front
    On my mama *****, I be gone for months, 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, cold world

    Baby you're the one
    You ain't gotta hit the club no more
    'Cause we done did that
    Tryin' to 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 goes
    I'm messing *****es with Chuck, but I was wearing some foams
    Shorty been fly forever, these *****'s 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 **** 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 shorty, 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 voice mail 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

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