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good finesse - drakeo mode lyrics

[intro]
low the great
isthattrey

[chorus]
i’m a sh+t talker, and my neck icy
yeah, i’m married to the bag, you is not my wifey
an assh0l+ to the b+tch, so i talk spicy
i be running to the check, so you can’t catch me
hitting sh+t up out the park, like i’m babe ruth
n+ggas know that i’ve been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
b+tches, they be on a n+gga d+ck, but i ain’t tryna f+ck
b+tch really know she getting blocked, if she ain’t talking bucks

[verse 1]
but you know a n+gga mastered, do it with a passion
cartier lense on the frames, i don’t do nothing average
quarterback sneak touchdown, ‘causе i’m always passing
you know a n+gga head to the top, ’cause i’m thе chosen one
n+gga feeling like james bond, i got a golden gun
stacking and collecting all these coins, like it’s temple run
trapping and i’m rapping, b+tch knew i’m on some savage sh+t
type n+gga, what the f+ck i look like with an average b+tch?
just touched down, and i’m looking for the lean to pour
finessing every day in the field, ’cause it’s chilly season
it’s cruntchtime, i fire any b+tch, i’m in drakeo mode
i’m d+mn near finna fall out from this lean i pour
high as f+ck cooking in the stu, off shrooms and percs
bag talk, i hate that broke sh+t, so i go to work
b+tch tried to come empty handed, b+tch, grab your perse
all i get is money, so you know i brought straps and sh+t
[chorus]
i’m a sh+t talker, and my neck icy
yeah, i’m married to the bag, you is not my wifey
an assh0l+ to the b+tch, so i talk spicy
i be running to the check, so you can’t catch me
hitting sh+t up out the park, like i’m babe ruth
n+ggas know that i’ve been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
b+tches, they be on a n+gga d+ck, but i ain’t tryna f+ck
b+tch really know she getting blocked, if she ain’t talking bucks

[verse 2]
undefeated to the bag, just like i’m mayweather
kinda only f+ck with white hoes, ’cause they pay better
addicted to the bag sh+t, you know that i’m a chain flexer
i can teach you how to get the money, i’m a chilly professor
i’m on point with this bag, so i ain’t falling off
i took my time with this sh+t, like i’m playing golf
n+ggas out here passing, uh
n+ggas out here passing, i’m running like i’m [?]
b+tch, shut the f+ck up when you out here dealing with a boss
first place, and i’m heavyweight, i can’t take a loss
told the b+tch it’s hard to f+ck with me, ’cause you know it gon’ cost
all this water on my neck, eh
all this water on my neck, like a n+gga leaking
a n+gga had to gas up, so they gave me a reason
the n+gga ain’t wanna beef with me, would’ve thought he was vegan
uchis busting out my pocket, i’m a stinc bleeder
[chorus]
i’m a sh+t talker, and my neck icy
yeah, i’m married to the bag, you is not my wifey
an assh0l+ to the b+tch, so i talk spicy
i be running to the check, so you can’t catch me
hitting sh+t up out the park, like i’m babe ruth
n+ggas know that i’ve been getting money, yeah, you know the truth
b+tches, they be on a n+gga d+ck, but i ain’t tryna f+ck
b+tch really know she getting blocked, if she ain’t talking bucks

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