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nothing past me - good finesse lyrics

[intro]
(angel heaven sent)
(run that back, west)

[chorus]
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me

[verse 1]
your last n*gga wasn’t it, he not a top n*gga
i’m the type to leave the field with like six figures
i be puttin’ that sh*t on, this ain’t no hilfiger
i need a real 304, a real heel cl!cker
i sip exclusive fine mud, not no cheap liquor
quarterback and the coach, doin’ flea fl!ckеrs
plain jane on my wrist, you got cheap diamonds
this b*tch know that she a f*g and shе keep lyin’
i’m the king of the jungle like a big lion
every time i look up, time keep flyin’
until i back for these bands, i’ma keep tryin’
i tell the truth to these hoes and you keep lyin’
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you better keep tryin’
i’m in the stu’ makin’ slaps while you can’t find me
jank baby from the east, yeah, i’m so grimy
i’m finna knock this n*gga out like i clotheslined him
[chorus]
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me

[verse 2]
every time i go home, i go and count some money
oh, that’s your folks who you pay? that sh*t really funny
i’m a trophy and a motherf*ckin’ bread winner
wagyu, a5, this not the cheap steak
your n*gga really broke as f*ck, he a cheapskate
i’m finna put her on a razor ’til her feet break
i’m in the field right after, i’m tryna run it up
hit the stu’, make a slap and get a lot of bucks
primetime in the field like i’m dion
i had to drop her ’cause she only f*ck with peons
i’m elevated, tryna get you to the top floor
all my n*ggas breakin’ b*tches or they flock homes
i’m a ceo, n*gga, like i’m sean combs
i’m fallin’ in head first when i pop dough
greedy n*gga, but this a stincy money campaign
i only drink wock’ and red, not no champagne
[chorus]
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me
if you ain’t knew that i was him, then that’s your baby daddy
i’m a top n*gga, b*tch, you can’t get nothin’ past me
your last n*gga wasn’t him, he don’t got no money
f*ck sittin’ around waitin’, hit the road for me

[outro]
(angel heaven sent)
(run that back, west)

- good finesse lyrics

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