Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goodbye , by - Taylor Gang. Release date: 16.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goodbye |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| I’ma go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| I’ma go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |
| I worked for everything I own |
| Dare a nigga try and take it |
| Take 300 on the frames |
| Just from blocking out you haters |
| Swear they’re in my way |
| They in my rear view mirror |
| If a nigga act stupid |
| I’ma let him get his issue |
| Everything designer |
| And my back seat’s reclining |
| Got a thing for looking good |
| And blowing money like it’s tissue |
| But niggaz see you eating |
| Get to starving for a plate |
| Well, you don’t give it when they hate |
| That’s why my niggas keep a biscuit |
| It’s no gimmick |
| I talk it how I live it |
| So when a nigga cross the finish |
| Gotta push it to the limit |
| Got a mom and little sister |
| I plan on taking care of |
| Lost my uncle this year |
| Couple niggas in the system |
| So I roll |
| No telling where I’m landing |
| But I know something |
| That I’m going towards the money |
| I can see you niggas slacking |
| Everyday I’m on my job |
| Yung Khalifa going hard |
| Till the I’m last man standing |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| Go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| Go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |
| Got my eyes on this money |
| And some good weed burning |
| Buying from ya, you got it grand |
| Going hard is not an option |
| Now these niggas acting jealous |
| 'Cause they feel like they ain’t shining |
| And they little shit stop |
| When it’s big shit popping |
| Gotta keep it in my system |
| 60 box of Cigarellos |
| 'Cause I blow it by the onion |
| Pack up some dollar bills |
| Send some paper to my younging |
| 'Cause he just like Steve Francis |
| He be playing with them rockets |
| Whipping on the wheel |
| Got my peddle to the medal |
| 'Bout to hit another city |
| Ain’t no point of getting settled |
| Straight onto the plane |
| Ain’t been home in so long |
| You think it’s my cologne |
| But it’s money that you smelling |
| Eyes like my father |
| Can’t stand my older brother |
| Got some niggas doing years |
| 'Cause of funny niggas telling |
| Nigga, I’ma be grinding |
| Till the day that I expire |
| I’ve been running through the batch |
| Till I’m the last man standing |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| Go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |
| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard |
| Go hard or I’ma go home |
| I haven’t been there you know in so long |
| So goodbye |