Paroles Goodbye de Lloyd Banks

Textes et Paroles de Goodbye

[13 seconds fades in]

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - P-L-motherfucking-K!
Footsteps like torpedoes when I come to play.
Ghetto hero if you feel low, get the fuck away!
Hey! - I dream about them C-notes every fucking day.
Feelin'? like Pacino when I cut the Yay,
Cut the shit nigga, to pay me? the way.
Smoking demon?, that she highs
In a present parking lot, I bust a' ass and slide.
I tapped the O, I spark alot, they helps but thatís my vibe
Stealing giving my heart to know bitch?, that's surprise!
SouthSide! - Home of the hardest shit hitting.
My eyes wide! - Crumble is what you get slippin'.
Dear hater! - Hoes talking here that you love me.
Get this motherfucking money pop bubble and do my doggy!
This snakes wants thug me, short? under the rugby!
Uhh! - Blue nose with the flows watch how you love me.
Late me up in popping so I'm always popping up.
Land in ATL Pelle-Pell' honey hopping up
Purple weed, chop the truck is high on so we park it up
Call my niggas "Shaka", know we got some birds that'll up to pop.

[Chorus:]
There's mo' woman, mo' crime! - That's why I'm coming from.
Ridin' till we die - back with another one.
Know the one we ride - and back till my number come
I gotta get mind, tryna stop me and love me,
Goodbye! (goodbye!) Goodbye! (goodbye!) - Goodbye! (goodbye)
Go 'head and fun and later say goodbye!
Bye-bye! - Bye-bye-bye-bye!
Middle fingers rolls on my.4's, now let's get high!

[Verse 2:]
Uhh! - I hope this fire gets to 'Pac, gets to Big!
Niggas tryna say I changed, wish I did!
If I did, I wouldn't be going through what I'm going thru
You know when I pop when no one knew, get over the fact I'm over you!
The more sins the radio, the more fellatio
My watch pop crazy! Oh, it's like the? Show!
I got that bird, give me brick, brick that and phase me flow!
My mind's going 1000 miles per hour sour makes it slow!
Bring out nine style and I will shining more with mine, woow!
My grey sounds kinda retarded, this our like mo.
Fake niggas, them real ones! - You doin' bad, you gon' get hate!
You do the good that will come - a little twisted Karma.

[Chorus]

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