Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goodbye, artist - Paul CoutureAlbum song House Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Emg
Song language: English
Goodbye |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
| Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass |
| My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay |
| Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah |
| Screaming, «Fuck cops» before them niggas (Way before them niggas) |
| My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah |
| Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh) |
| Hit out on the competition, I’m coming for them all |
| Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall |
| He had his kid so I let him live, but |
| If I see him again he wouldn’t get a pass |
| Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash) |
| Duffle full of cash |
| You ever speaking my name, I’m coming for you fast |
| You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy |
| Colder than winter, hot as Miami |
| The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please |
| I’m murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah |
| You can run with us or get run over |
| No more slipping, we getting older |
| .44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder |
| Yeah, we doing what they said we’d never do |
| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view |
| It’s over for you niggas |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
| Run with us or get run over |
| All you niggas are dojas |
| Come to coca, I’m your broker |
| I be having it like Sosa (Scarface) |
| Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware) |
| That’s what got me the crib in Boca (Florida) |
| I ain’t wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot) |
| Y’all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy) |
| Y’all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns |
| I played it back but I love to front |
| You know exactly where we from |
| Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum |
| There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo |
| 40th and Lenox, we play human commando |
| We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo |
| Yo Max, I don’t think they understand though (Tell 'em) |
| You can run with us or get run over |
| No more slipping, we getting older |
| .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder |
| Yeah we doing what they said we’d never do |
| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view |
| It’s over for you niggas |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
| I’m a boss, I’m a god |
| Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce |
| Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride |
| Out my mind for real |
| I be in a Uber with a bomb |
| Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom |
| This .40'll make you backflip |
| My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes |
| I’m on 40th knocking Max shit |
| I was starving, can’t believe they really tried feed me with rations |
| I’m the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin' |
| All day, I see cameras flashing |
| Dirt gang, we bandana flagging |
| No talk, we demanding action |
| Give a fuck what your man be asking |
| You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest |
| Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking |
| Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back |
| I just need a location to move it, I can move that |
| Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that |
| They violated, couldn’t recognize him, they like «Who that?» |
| Pray that my niggas shoot back |
| You can run with us or get run over |
| No more slipping, we getting older |
| .44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder |
| Yeah we doing what they said we’d never do |
| Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view |
| It’s over for you niggas |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |