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line him up - good finesse lyrics

[intro: moneybagz buzz]
huh, wockesha, need a kickstand
(my n*gga johnny got another one)
huh, moneybagz, b*tch
ayy, triple cross family

[chorus: moneybagz buzz & good finesse]
i’m leanin’ off this four, wockesha, need a kickstand
met amigo, lined him up, he was the brick man
but i ain’t give a f*ck, we here for big bands
this is ’22 mercedes coupe, this a big benz
her trap was h*lla small, so i spent ten
talkin’ too much actin’ like a fan, so we stripped him
ain’t have no money, take his chain and zipped, d*mn
matter of fact, he left his bag in the low, bit was whipped, d*mn (ayy)

[verse 1: good finesse]
i put a skeezy on, just like a hockey mask
bands on top of bands, i’m teachin’ lessons like a karate class
leave a n*gga slumped, have him pull off in a body bag
beat the field up, like i’m hittin’ on a boxing bag
50 bands and blues, but it’s regular, it’s a light day
my pour four, grab the cups, make the sprite shake
so much chicken on me, so i’m finna get a ice kit
got a couple hoes, but ain’t nothin’ like a white b*tch
put a quarter ticket out the field on a monday
n*ggas know the truth, we gettin’ bands in with the gunplay
put a racks out, got him lookin’ with the dumb face
got him lookin’ with the dumb face
[chorus: moneybagz buzz]
i’m leanin’ off this four, wockesha, need a kickstand
met amigo, lined him up, he was the brick man
but i ain’t give a f*ck, we here for big bands
this is ’22 mercedes coupe, this a big benz
her trap was h*lla small, so i spent ten
talkin’ too much actin’ like a fan, so we stripped him
ain’t have no money, take his chain and zipped, d*mn
matter of fact, he left his bag in the low, bit was whipped, d*mn

[verse 2: good finesse]
big leaves, baby, this ain’t no lil’ money
if them n*ggas got them racks in, we gon’ take it from her
my n*ggas too greedy, we tryna pop another stincy
triple cross a n*gga, chop his arm and his pinky off
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then what the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout?
if i ain’t get it out the b*tch, i bet i got it outta house
i could never get lost because i got a lotta routes
me and my n*gga here for 300, we bust it right down
flip packs, bust jugs, and break hoes and get dough
ran it up, up in my city, now i’m up on the road
i put a hundred on the tank, and then i knock me some toes
n*ggas gassed out, i’m gassed up, we nothin’ alike, b*tch

[chorus: moneybagz buzz]
i’m leanin’ off this four, wockesha, need a kickstand
met amigo, lined him up, he was the brick man
but i ain’t give a f*ck, we here for big bands
this is ’22 mercedes coupe, this a big benz
her trap was h*lla small, so i spent ten
talkin’ too much actin’ like a fan, so we stripped him
ain’t have no money, take his chain and zipped, d*mn
matter of fact, he left his bag in the low, bit was whipped, d*mn

- good finesse lyrics

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