Pablo Skywalkin – Been Gone Lyrics

[Intro]
Bend over bitch it’s a rich nigga here

[Verse 1]
Bend over bitch it’s a rich nigga here
2019 it’s a rich nigga year
Ain’t no tuckin’, she gone bend it over imma f**k it
She a freaky bitch before I stick it in she suck it
I got got 10 on me, naw I got 20 to go shoppin’
Niggas hate on me them boys ain’t even poppin
Niggas hate on me get shot they need to stop it
For Christmas bought a bitch Chanel and gave her hot chocolate
Now I’m eating Bennies I remember hot pockets
A thousand for a sweater they say I’m petty when I cop it
I ain’t been to Houston but I’m heavy with the rockets
I love Neiman Marcus used to shop at Hot Topic
Where the car at, valet can I get that
Bitch why you mad in yo’ feelings I ain’t hit that
Why you rap about a foreign you ain’t never in that
Five bands ain’t shit i just gave that to my bitches

[Bridge]
Lo where you been at, why you been gone
Lo where you been at heard you crazy with the phones
Lo where you been at heard you crazy with the hoes
Heard yall got plug on the cookie with the bo’s
Lo where you been at is you dead or in jail
Lo where you been at is you heaven shit or hell
Lo where you been at why you somewhere by the scale
Iont know nigga free my dogs they ain’t tell

[Verse 2]
Iont know nigga free my dogs they ain’t tell
f**k her from the back I keep f**king up her nails
I f**ked in her in her clothes [?}
I dropped sweat on her baby cause I f**ked her off a pill
Where I been at I been somewhere you can’t go
Its palm trees out here it don’t even f**king snow
Brown-skinned bitch look like Raven-Symoné
We just f**ked bitch stop playing on my phone
Eating surf and turf I remember Honeycomb
How can I be broke and we done jugged 100 phones
They crucified my chain because they hit it with the stones
I’m always f**king up her panties cause I f**ked her in her thong
They say “why you shot that nigga” ain’t gone lie its ’bout a song
Tried to give my dog life and he ain’t even do no wrong
Say she wanna know my future say she wanna read my palms
Niggas say they wanna jack me so I bought some more guns

Drake – Diplomatic Immunity Lyrics

[Verse]
Diplomatic immunity, fuck ’em
All that peace and that unity
All that weak shit’ll ruin me, fuck ’em, yeah
‘Cause niggas started talkin’ to me like I’m slowin’ down
Opinions over statistics, of course
Gassed off journalistic
Come at me and all you’ll get is the ballistic report
Booked a private room at Wylie’s, waiter twistin’ the cork
I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of course
At award shows, cuttin’ through the tension, of course
Girls huggin’ me then askin’ me, “What scent that is, boy?”
I be walkin’ around the Six like I invented it, boy
Yeah, who am I? The do or die
The one with the fewest lies and the truest ties
They try to compare us
But like a job straight outta high school there’s no you and I
I taught you everything you know, now you got student pride
All factual, I call the house “the embassy”
The studio “the chapel”, I hate to travel
I just pulled up on Solana show, the girl’s a natural
I knew her way back when Hollywood was international
Yeah, the furthest I’ve been, that’s word to my ends
Word to the flags that belong in the hood of my Benz
Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zonin’ in my residential
I broke spirits that I never meant to
My body isn’t much of a sacred temple, with vodka and wine
And sleep at the opposite times
Promise shit is gettin’ outta line like when you make a stencil
Or gettin’ outta line like when you break a pencil
Violatin’ the Treaty of Versailles
Champagne is the alias, but no cease and desist in I
I refuse to comply with regulations
I listen to heavy metal for meditation, no silence
Like Sanders on the Detroit Lions
Get a run around and I’ll bury you where they won’t find ya
Motor City Casino, I’m at the cage with my old license
They tell me “don’t worry, I got your money” like Osirus
(I’m the Osiris of this shit)
Dirty 30, workin’ on me
Tired of women that may tag me in pictures airin’ my dirty laundry
Caterin’ is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn’s favorite
Shit is nice, but I prefer Madeo
Calamari rings and tomato
I got the sauce and now shorties keep claimin’ preggo
Wakin’ up at 6 PM like, “Where does the day go?”
Forecastin’ tornadoes, brainstormin’ retaliation at dinner tables
2010 was when I lost my halo
2017 I lost a J. Lo
A Rotterdam trip had me on front page though
I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday clothes
Closed off but I could never stay closed
Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like Sureños
Black excellence, but I guess when it comes to me it’s not the same though, all goodie
That just pushed me to do the things we all couldn’t
Niggas stakin’ out the crib, it’s all gravy
Protection that God gave me
Shit is complex like short niggas ’round tall ladies
I gotta watch who I’m talkin’ to like it’s all-ages
I’ve seen buddin’ careers turn to sit around and talk about other careers, judgin’ their peers
Knowledge from niggas who did not contribute to none of this here
Cover my ears, my security government tier
Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits
Check the guest list
If opps make an appearance at least it’s expected
Tell ‘em I don’t wanna link like a broken necklace
I’ll be in better company with my own reflection
Mirror, mirror, on the ceilin’ of my suite in the Royal Palace
The TV playin’ Al Jazeera
Inshallah, I hope the mission keeps on gettin’ clearer
Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together like Shakira

[Outro]
I love, I love
I love, I love it
Baby, I