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lirik lagu good finesse - pop tags

[verse 1: trapdes & good finesse]
i really pop tags and i pop opps
all my n~ggas kick doors, f~ck locks
on the road with them ‘bows, we makin’ no stops
your daddy r.i.p’d, you finna see pops
every day with my slap like i don’t rap
got a chain with no blower, what you call that?
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, get no call back
playin’ with the gang, put a f into your ballcap
i’ll put a n~gga down, sweet dreams
all them n~ggas do is lose, they wanna switch teams
sippin’ wock’, in your rush but can’t afford lean
givin’ all the b~tches meat like i’m jimmy dean (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: good finesse]
all these b~tches wanna link, i’m like, “h~ll naw”
sippin’ lean got me movin’ like a grandpa
‘fit bleedin’ like a p~ssy or a tampon
all these racks i be gettin’, i be bant up
keep bl!ck, b~tch, don’t get your mans touched
i could teach you how to jugg and get your bands up
had the beamer, now i’m tryna gеt the lamb’ truck
buddha man, bald head, yeah, i lovе the uchies
makin’ all the right plays like i’m phil jack
big money out the field ’cause i poked up
broke boy got no money, he got no luck
sbs on my feet, i wear no chucks
[verse 3: trapdes & good finesse]
i still wear chucks, but they say dior
that’s the love of your life, she a f~ckin’ wh0re
i done seen a hundred thousand, now i need more
n~ggas rich on the ‘gram, but they really poor
see opposition in the field, you know i’m finna score
if i ever leave this earth, you n~ggas better slide
if you do not have a blower, then you cannot ride
n~gga say he stripped me, just know that n~gga lied (ayy, ayy)

[verse 4: good finesse]
big grams up on the neck and i just keep goin’ crazy
n~ggas out here flat broke like what the f~ck is you doin’?
steady passin’ all the time just like an honor role student
all i know is get dough and yeah, i do it so fluent
wockhardt up in my cup and it tastes so good
fifty bands ‘fore 10 or 11 o’clock
fn or the drac erase a n~gga with lead
made a play and got it done and now i’m goin’ to bed

[verse 5: trapdes]
i’m in love with foreign b~tches and foreign cars
n~ggas out here smoked out, they be poppin’ them bars
i was meant to be great, so i shoot for the stars
trapdes makin’ hits like bruno mars
[verse 6: good finesse]
hot n~gga, b~tch, i’m smokin’ like a broke stove
pow, right up in the kisser, now his top gone
been juggin’ since a n~gga had a chirp phone
good finesse makin’ hits like he lil wayne
(evince)

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