She Is Gone - Young Money

Where my old lady at?

Where my ho' where?

(She's gone, she’s gone)

Where Where my old lady at?

Where my ho' where?

(She's gone, she’s gone)

Where my old lady I’mma kill that bitch

Where Where my old lady I’mma kill that bitch

Man fuck that ho, well I’mma kill that bitch

When I see that bitch, I’mma kill that bitch

Man I ain’t never need no bitch

Tell her take everything, don’t leave yo' shit

Then I sent her by her momma, told her I’ll holla

Time to get it popping now I’m single like a dollar

I’m killing these hoes, the swag is a murder weapon

I’m wanted, fuck around and get arrested

I’m Martin tell a bitch «get to steppin'»

Good mornin brand new bitch for breakfast

T-Streets what they call me

I never met desperate don’t know lonely

Go on 'bout ya business let them other hoes want me

(Farewell, farewell, farewell)

My old bitch gone, my new bitch with me

And she in the club looking for a new bitch with me

And truthfully tonight I might have ya bitch with me

She ain’t gone dive in that Benz but she gone dip with me

Old girl must thought Millz was the next man

Who knows where she at she probably with her ex man

No second guessing what’s the next plan

New season back to the green like a Jets fan

I’m bout money and that attracts divas

You put a ring on her must have thought she was a keeper

But now that girl gone like a fast ball to Jeter

(Farewell, farewell, farewell)

East side Gudda, add another Gudda

My bitch was acting up so I had to get another

Pockets on full, chips stack like Pringles

Cancel that bitch buy another like Nino

I lost one, got ten more calling

Man women like fleas, can’t shake them bitches off me

I have a new one every morning with my coffee

I’m on that sip and she love it when I’m off speed

So you not wanted like an orphan

You nothing to me, just another dog bitch barking

No need to come back bitch, you can keep walking

(Farewell, farewell, farewell)

Farewell (x3)