Listen to When I Was Gone (feat. Rodney J. "RJ" Brown, Tee Cee, Charlie Hood, Reem Riches & Slim 400) by YG

When I Was Gone (feat. Rodney J. "RJ" Brown, Tee Cee, Charlie Hood, Reem Riches & Slim 400)

YG

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Charlie Hood
Charlie Hood
Vocals
Reem Riches
Reem Riches
Vocals
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
Vocals
Slim 400
Slim 400
Vocals
Tee Cee
Tee Cee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Recording Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When I was gone I heard you was fuckin' on whoever Love you again? I can never When I was gone You tried to take a advantage of a nigga Had me pull a hammer on a nigga. (on a nigga) 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 fucking wit all niggas My momma said i should accept yo apology But fuck that, that's just reverse psychology I dont love you no more, and i think you a ho You let a nigga go too long, without no sto For all my niggas doing time, i know how it get Yo homies disappear, and yo bitch 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 She got a nigga in here, dumb hot (dumb hot) Tell a bitch, hurry up its in that green dot (aye) Left a nigga in the dirt, now she like 7-Eleven giving free slurps I bought a celly from my cellmate, she dont even text a nigga no kind of sex-play Aye fuck that bitch, imma have the lil home girls rush that bitch 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 bitch fuckin' around Im bangin' and shit, my lady prolly sellin' her clit, no money on my books A nigga taking L'S wit this bitch! If i put my trust in a bitch, i'll always be hurt Shoulda known you wasn't shit 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 fuckin on budda, hoein in the hood gettin gudda When I was gone, heard you was hangin on the block... BITCH i dont like you on da block When I ain't home, you be doing hella ho shit Thinkin i ain't heard up in this bitch? Run my door, or imma pull a blade on you BITCH Pen it til she blast on you BITCH And i ain't wrong... My telly went big on the sto and you ain't even yo phone And now a nigga on, lost all respect for you bitch You can burn, i ain't gonna spit on you bitch When I was gone...
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Keenon Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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