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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 SongtexteGoodbye, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania