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good finesse - breadwinner lyrics

[intro]
i’m a—
breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues— (run that back, west)

[chorus]
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches

[verse 1]
i’m an uchie getter, money countеr, a head coach
i need that big chip, not that lil’+ass petty loaf
i got a plain kit, no diamonds, yeah, it’s thе big leagues
when i go froze, they gon’ call a n+gga big freeze
she give me money ’cause i’m a joint and i’m a big stinc
and i ain’t tryna be your man ’cause i’m a big pimp
he spent his money on that b+tch, he a real simp
but i’m a star in the sky like the big dipper
i always put that sh+t on, i’m a real dripper
i done broke a couple b+tches and some real strippers
all i do is flip chip, i’m a chip flipper
that broke n+gga that you pay, he’s a j+cat
i’m tryna rap until a n+gga get a maybach
’cause i’ve been poppin’ hot sh+t since like way back
all a n+gga do is bust, call me captain crunch
i’m addicted to the blues, that’s what i eat for lunch
[chorus]
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches

[verse 2]
i’m in first place, trophied up, you can’t compare to me
and i’m a f+ckin’ big dog like a pedigree
i really stand on business, that’s why it’s scare to me
i got finesse and a check, do you hear me, though?
the way i’m rappin’ in this flow, it’s in a headlock
sbs on my feet and they deadstock
i’m sippin’ red, so i poured it in vanilla cream
i could f+ck two b+tches without takin’ a bean
i could shoot him in his face without usin’ a beam
that n+gga broke, his ass belong up in the f+ckin’ trash
all i do is hit the booth and i’m f+ckin’ gas
and a n+gga been gettin’ rich off f+ckin’ glass
this b+tch lazy, finna kick her in her f+ckin’ ass
i ain’t finna see my opp and give his ass a pass
i just hop up in the field and i find the uchies
i’m leavin’ neimans with givenchy and new gucci
[chorus]
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches
i’m a breadwinner, sh+t talker, ho flipper
known to get sticky, get blues and get b+tches
i’m a top n+gga, top rapper, they get chicken
i just pop sh+t, pop doors, and break b+tches

[outro]
(run that back, west)

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