Lloyd Banks - Goodbye lyrics

rate me

Uhh!

P.L. motherfucking K, footsteps like torpedoes when I come to play, ghetto hero if you free load get the fuck away, hey

I dream about more c notes every fucking day,

Feelings numb*er than Pacino when he cut the yay, cut the shit nigga, 2k Nino nina tucked away,

Smoking beama me and Tina leaning as she hides, in the plaza parking lot I bust her ass & slide,

I tapped the O I spark a lot it helps relax my vibe,

Still ain't giving my heart to no bitch I owe all that to pride,

South side, home of the hardest shit hitting, my eyes wide

Crumbled is what you get slippin,

Dear hater, I won't stop until you love me,

Get this motherfucking money, pop bubbley and do my dougie,

These snakes want stub me so they snub be under the rug b, uhh!

Blue nose with the flows watch how you rub me,

Lately i've been popping so I’m always popping up, land in atl pelle pell honey hopping Yup, Purple weed/ Choppa trunk its hot out so we parkin up,

Call my nigga Shocka know he got some birds that I could pluck

More winning, More pride, thats where I'm coming from/ Ridin' till we die, back with another one/ Know that when we ride I'm back till my number come/ I gotta get mine, try to stop me and let me get by! Get by, get by, get by, get by

You had your fun now I'm waving Goodbye! ah ah, ah ah ahh ahhh

Middle fingers rose to my foes

Now let’s get high

Uhh!

I hope this fire gets to Pac gets to Big

Niggas tryin to say he change wish I did

If I did I wouldn’t be going through what I’m going through

You know when I pop when no one new

Get over, the fact I'm over you

The more spins on radio, the more fellatio

My watch pop crazy yo its like the macy show,

I got the burgundy brick, brick in the basement flow,

My mind’s going 1000 miles an hour sour makes it slow

Bring 9 styles an ill out shine them more with mine whoa!

My bright sounds kinda retarded this I like more

Fake niggas then real ones, you doing bad you don't get hate

You do, do good it will come, a lil twist of karma!

More winning More pride, thats where I'm coming from/ Ridin' till we die, back with another one/ Know that when we ride I'm back till my number come/ I gotta get mine, try to stop me and let me get by! Get by, get by, get by, get by

You had your fun now I'm waving Goodbye! ah ah, ah ah ahh ahhh

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