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Max B – Goodbye Lyrics

Goodbye By Max B

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Yeah, Boss Don s--- for that a--

My favorite rappers was ‘Pac, Big, and Jay
Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah
Screaming, “F--- cops” before them n----- (Way before them n-----)
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 a-- 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 a--, splash (Splash)
Duffle full of cash
You ever speaking my name, I’m coming for you fast
You n----- be lollipops, cotton candy
Colder than winter, hot as Miami
The musical mercenary is back, lyrical n----, please
I’m murdering you m------------, 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 n-----
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Run with us or get run over
All you n----- 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 n----- should have a chocha (P----)
Y’all n----- 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 n-----
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 b---- dropped out of school but she do my taxes
I’m on 40th knocking Max s---
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 f--- 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
N----- singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that
They violated, couldn’t recognize him, they like “Who that?”
Pray that my n----- 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 n-----
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye