THOUGHT WE WERE GONE (KIETH MONTANA Remix)

Oh, yeah, oh Oh, yeah, oh Bleh Tell me why you talk a lot Tell me why you talk a lot Tell me why you talk so much Tell me why you talk so much right now Yeah, yeah, yeah You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitches spray that gun Boy you better run Hit them with two shots Man I spin that block Hundred rounds no cap Poser and Kieth, yeah we back in the booth Dropping these hits upon hits, I'm just smashin She a bad bitch, yeah she's mine and no taking Me and the bitch, yeah you know we just racing Huh Told ther that, I love her But, you know, I might ghost her Diamonds, Gucci, Leopard with the fur Diamonds, Gucci club on with the fur What we gonna do today, bitch like Ferb I'm from like Chicago, yeah I know her Jeez, her, smoking on that herb Smoking on that herb Smoking on that herb F*ck what you heard boy, f*ck what you heard Pull up on your block, then I spray, then I swerve Slide up for my mans? Do I look like Durk He gone drop his addy, now he in the dirt Ay, can't judge a book by it's cover, see the whole page Yeah, yeah, yeah You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitches spray that gun Boy you better run Hit them with two shots Man I spin that block Hundred rounds no cap Yeah, yeah, yeah You must of thought I was gone You must of thought I was done Bitches spray that gun Boy you better run Hit them with two shots Man I spin that block Hundred rounds no cap