| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass
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| My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay
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| Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah
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| Screaming, «Fuck cops» before them niggas (Way before them niggas)
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| My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah
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| Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)
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| Hit out on the competition, I’m coming for them all
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| Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall
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| He had his kid so I let him live, but
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| If I see him again he wouldn’t get a pass
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| Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)
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| Duffle full of cash
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| You ever speaking my name, I’m coming for you fast
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| You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy
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| Colder than winter, hot as Miami
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| The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please
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| I’m murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah
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| You can run with us or get run over
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| No more slipping, we getting older
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| .44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder
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| Yeah, we doing what they said we’d never do
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| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
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| It’s over for you niggas
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Run with us or get run over
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| All you niggas are dojas
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| Come to coca, I’m your broker
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| I be having it like Sosa (Scarface)
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| Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)
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| That’s what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)
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| I ain’t wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)
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| Y’all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)
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| Y’all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns
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| I played it back but I love to front
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| You know exactly where we from
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| Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum
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| There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo
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| 40th and Lenox, we play human commando
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| We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo
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| Yo Max, I don’t think they understand though (Tell 'em)
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| You can run with us or get run over
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| No more slipping, we getting older
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| .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder
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| Yeah we doing what they said we’d never do
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| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
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| It’s over for you niggas
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I’m a boss, I’m a god
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| Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce
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| Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride
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| Out my mind for real
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| I be in a Uber with a bomb
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| Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom
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| This .40'll make you backflip
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| My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes
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| I’m on 40th knocking Max shit
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| I was starving, can’t believe they really tried feed me with rations
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| I’m the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'
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| All day, I see cameras flashing
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| Dirt gang, we bandana flagging
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| No talk, we demanding action
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| Give a fuck what your man be asking
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| You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest
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| Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking
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| Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back
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| I just need a location to move it, I can move that
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| Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that
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| They violated, couldn’t recognize him, they like «Who that?»
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| Pray that my niggas shoot back
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| You can run with us or get run over
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| No more slipping, we getting older
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| .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder
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| Yeah we doing what they said we’d never do
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| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
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| It’s over for you niggas
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goodbye , by - Paul CoutureSong from the album House Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп