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bryson tiller - finished lyrics

[intro]
and i’ll give you one tip, vices
they a motherf+cker now
leave it alone
whatever’s keepin’ you from movin’ forward
leave it alone

[chorus]
hold up, let me replenish, hm
basically, i’m talkin’ whoever done said i’m finished, hm
wonder how you feel, f+ck n+gga, i’m ten years in it, hm
got ten more with me, lil’ b+tch
i just put a boom on business, lil’ b+tch
i ain’t got a chrome, i’m spinnin’, lil’ b+tch
n+gga look mad when i hittin’ that switch
and his b+tch braggin’, playin’ my sh+t like she ain’t never heard no sh+t like this, yeah
f+ck is you sayin’, b+tch n+gga? i’ma let you finish, yeah
these housе and these cars ain’t rentеd
my work paid all off, my bars authentic

[verse 1]
i’m still pen griffey
n+gga, be talkin’ that sh+t in my city
still my city, they know my city
f+ck a bug mural, i’m a hometown villain
southside n+gga, i personify winnin’
but you know the white folks won’t show ’em i did it
love the white folks, said f+ck with a n+gga
come have fun at the yum with a n+gga
see what the game done to a n+gga
hate when these lames come for a n+gga
i’m goin’ on a whole new run (new run)
they tryin’ trick me out my spot (my spot)
i’ll be done with this sh+t when i’m done (i’m done)
i ain’t lookin’ for the number one (uh+uh)
just money and the sh+t keep comin’ (just cash)
kept goin’, kept wrist v or nothin’ (big facts)
ain’t fallin’ off, b+tch, you funny (on god)
[chorus]
hold up, let me replenish, hm (oh, let me replenish)
basically, i’m talkin’ whoever done said i’m finished, hmh (said i’m finished, i’m ’bout my business)
wonder how you feel, f+ck n+gga, i’m ten years in it, hm (ten years in it)
got ten more with me, lil’ b+tch
i just put a boom on business, lil’ b+tch
i ain’t got a chrome, i’m spinnin’, lil’ b+tch
n+gga look mad when i hittin’ that switch
and his b+tch braggin’, playin’ my sh+t like she ain’t never heard no sh+t like this, yeah
f+ck is you sayin’, b+tch n+gga? i’ma let you finish, yeah
these house and these cars ain’t rented
my work paid all off, my bars authentic, b+tch

[verse 2]
remember they gave the cold shoulder, throwin’ them jokes and stones
just for rockin’ them ovos
but you know that sh+t was bogus, n+gga
and i had to bring up 2015, but you know young tiller was chosen, n+gga
that’s why they had to go get the high up guys and nerf us, i was, broken, n+gga

[outro]
(oh, no, no)
n+ggas get amnesia and start giving props and handshakes (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ain’t forget that sh+t, n+gga (no, no)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m on my wwjd though
it’s all good, i still love you (oh)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
let’s get some money
you feel me?

- bryson tiller lyrics

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