a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lloyd banks - goodbye lyrics

[13 seconds fades in]

[verse 1:]
uh! – p-l-motherf-cking-k!
footsteps like torpedoes when i come to play.
ghetto hero if you feel low, get the f-ck away!
hey! – i dream about them c-notes every f-cking day.
feelin’? like pacino when i cut the yay,
cut the sh-t n-gg-, to pay me? the way.
smoking demon?, that she highs
in a present parking lot, i bust a’ -ss and slide.
i tapped the o, i spark alot, they helps but thatís my vibe
stealing giving my heart to know b-tch?, that’s surprise!
southside! – home of the hardest sh-t hitting.
my eyes wide! – crumble is what you get slippin’.
dear hater! – hoes talking here that you love me.
get this motherf-cking 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 n-gg-s “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!
n-gg-s 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 f-ll-t–
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 r-t-rded, this our like mo.
fake n-gg-s, them real ones! – you doin’ bad, you gon’ get hate!
you do the good that will come – a little twisted karma.

[chorus]

- lloyd banks lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS