Coke Boy baby
What that mean?
It's, uh, le temps de Paris
Is that good?
L'espace, maybe
Frenchy, pourquoi tu y es allé?
Where you going?
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Ayy, glimpse in the matrix
Needle in a haystack, with fire and my fragrance
Started from the pavement
No elevator, took the steps from the basement
Ayy, go crazy being patient
He started serving patients, you become a patient
Ayy, mama say your graces
Richard Millie cases, caught me doing cases
Click clack boom, that's survival
Spend a day with us, write a novel
Talk ice drift, baby get your goggles
Drink it up, drink it up, out the bottle
She might get pregnant if she swallows
To the hip, fashion week but ain't a model
Ayy, gridnin' like my first year
Lookin' stole, lookin' closer than church here
Come jump in this ride
Might make you just hop out the car, get your bible
My heart jumpin' like the judge when he about to give my dog a seven five and hit the hammer
Man I couldn't budge, dropped a tear when I turned around, looked at his mama
'Cause fake friends disappear, like the time when the Rollie on your hands, ayy
Mama say a prayer for us, hope you hear our blessings, even though we drinking Henny
Ayy, slangin' dope still
Smoke about a whole field
Bitches give me no chill
I supply the whole meal
I just hope he don't tell
'Cause murder give me no chill
Father God, our father
Father God, our father
Elijah the 13th, drinking on Louis XIII, its PG-13
Ayy, Al Pacino his first screen
Young Morocco, he was 13
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
French Montana - Say Goodbye feat Belly Lyrics
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Coke Boy baby
What that mean?
It's, uh, le temps de Paris
Is that good?
L'espace, maybe
Frenchy, pourquoi tu y es allé?
Where you going?
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Ayy, glimpse in the matrix
Needle in a haystack, with fire and my fragrance
Started from the pavement
No elevator, took the steps from the basement
Ayy, go crazy being patient
He started serving patients, you become a patient
Ayy, mama say your graces
Richard Millie cases, caught me doing cases
Click clack boom, that's survival
Spend a day with us, write a novel
Talk ice drift, baby get your goggles
Drink it up, drink it up, out the bottle
She might get pregnant if she swallows
To the hip, fashion week but ain't a model
Ayy, gridnin' like my first year
Lookin' stole, lookin' closer than church here
Come jump in this ride
Might make you just hop out the car, get your bible
My heart jumpin' like the judge when he about to give my dog a seven five and hit the hammer
Man I couldn't budge, dropped a tear when I turned around, looked at his mama
'Cause fake friends disappear, like the time when the Rollie on your hands, ayy
Mama say a prayer for us, hope you hear our blessings, even though we drinking Henny
Ayy, slangin' dope still
Smoke about a whole field
Bitches give me no chill
I supply the whole meal
I just hope he don't tell
'Cause murder give me no chill
Father God, our father
Father God, our father
Elijah the 13th, drinking on Louis XIII, its PG-13
Ayy, Al Pacino his first screen
Young Morocco, he was 13
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
What that mean?
It's, uh, le temps de Paris
Is that good?
L'espace, maybe
Frenchy, pourquoi tu y es allé?
Where you going?
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye, baby
Ayy, glimpse in the matrix
Needle in a haystack, with fire and my fragrance
Started from the pavement
No elevator, took the steps from the basement
Ayy, go crazy being patient
He started serving patients, you become a patient
Ayy, mama say your graces
Richard Millie cases, caught me doing cases
Click clack boom, that's survival
Spend a day with us, write a novel
Talk ice drift, baby get your goggles
Drink it up, drink it up, out the bottle
She might get pregnant if she swallows
To the hip, fashion week but ain't a model
Ayy, gridnin' like my first year
Lookin' stole, lookin' closer than church here
Come jump in this ride
Might make you just hop out the car, get your bible
My heart jumpin' like the judge when he about to give my dog a seven five and hit the hammer
Man I couldn't budge, dropped a tear when I turned around, looked at his mama
'Cause fake friends disappear, like the time when the Rollie on your hands, ayy
Mama say a prayer for us, hope you hear our blessings, even though we drinking Henny
Ayy, slangin' dope still
Smoke about a whole field
Bitches give me no chill
I supply the whole meal
I just hope he don't tell
'Cause murder give me no chill
Father God, our father
Father God, our father
Elijah the 13th, drinking on Louis XIII, its PG-13
Ayy, Al Pacino his first screen
Young Morocco, he was 13
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, overproof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Writer: Ahmad Balshe, Jamal Bowie, Karim Kharbouch, Rory Quigley, Seyi Agebti
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.