Irish Goodbye Lyrics – Lil Tecca

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[Chorus]
I walk in the spot, make that motherfu*ker go
Irish goodbye, I’m just tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, b!tch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fu*king with the coast
New ZIP code, shawty want a new poster
I been on my s*it, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get rich, I don’t know you

[Verse]
It’s one life, I don’t got the time to spare

I know shawty bad, I don’t got the time to care
When I spin to the bank, I fu*k with the teller there
I like your hair, now let me get them ends
This s*it’d be different if you seen it through my lens
I ain’t light no flames, I don’t want another chance
In my biker Balmains, I ain’t even rock the flares
Brand new whip, that s*it make you stop, stare
I don’t even know what you go through
I know out of all who you go to
When you dolo, know you don’t lose
Everything you know, it’s just old news
I don’t even know what you go through
I know out of all who you go to
When you dolo, know you don’t lose
Everything you know, it’s just old news

[Chorus]
I walk in the spot, make that motherfu*ker go
Irish goodbye, I’m just tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, b!tch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fu*king with the coast
New ZIP code, shawty want a new poster
I been on my s*it, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get rich, I don’t know you

I walk in the spot, make that motherfu*ker go
Irish goodbye, I’m just tryna lay low
Got a lot on my mind, b!tch, I spend it in the store
And you not my kind, you ain’t tryna make the oath
L.A. or New York, I be fu*king with the coast
New ZIP code, shawty want a new poster
I been on my s*it, made it flip like I’m supposed to
You ain’t tryna get rich or get rich, I don’t know you