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good finesse - mixmatchin lyrics

[intro: good finesse]
(viper)
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be— ayy
ayy

[chorus: good finesse]
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’

[verse 1: good finesse]
they brought me gucci faces, all i do is get the money
i’ll never watch your videos, you n+ggas bummy
i’m always blitzin’ on these n+ggas ’cause i see the play
i’m really coachin’ on a b+tch like the nba
i won a grammy, got a n+gga feeling like tarantino
and my circle really small likе a f+ckin’ peephole
she ride my wavе ’cause a n+gga diamonds really water
and i’m smarter than a b+tch like harry potter
i’m tryna bustin’ through the bag and get a big+old safe
i’m tryna buy for the loaf, i ain’t playin’ it safe
time is money, so a n+gga never comin’ in late
i want a two+door ‘rari, i don’t want no f+ckin’ wraith
b+tch, i’m takin’ off, you feel like a f+ckin’ rocket
all these bands out the field, so i put it in my pocket
i’m a bop superstar, i’m addicted to money
these n+ggas broke as f+ck, they really ain’t gettin’ no chicken
gang
[chorus: good finesse]
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’
gang

[verse 2: duffy]
b+tch, i’m a bop superstar, you should already know me
yeah, i rap, but i’m known for keepin’ it on me
really got it off the mussle, we clearly some trophies
i want a trillion dollars, b+tch, i don’t care if you want me
i throw that sh+t on every day ’cause it’s really that simple
n+gga think he competition, i really be tickled
i’m in mei ling house flippin’ through the utensils
tear it off, bro, i don’t really got reasons to mention
we in the coupe showin’ out, i got gang with me
he don’t know neiman and marcus, he ain’t came with us
stincmeaner in my genes, b+tch, i hate n+ggas
i be spendin’ money every day like i was made for it
sh+t ain’t handed over, get the boot, she think i changed on her
slidin’ out they hood with the scoreboard, game over
diamonds on me, these’ll make his b+tch flip backwards
“duffy, how you get so fly?” i be flu flammin’
[chorus: good finesse]
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’
i got that sh+t on me, you know that i be mixmatchin’
i made her tear it off until a n+gga wrist dancin’
i go low, then i’m fallin’ in another mansion
b+tch, i bop and get the chili ’cause i’m always passin’
gang

[verse 3: blue pesos]
all that talkin’ fat ram, when you see me, know it’s action
sh+ll shocked him wide eyed, don’t matter, still grabbed him
out quick with the bag, b+tch, i’m flashin’, hit my dance on her
these hoes knockin’ boosie fades open, stand down
fat daddy on me, who want smoke? i chip five opponents
yeah, he got a strap in the closet, but can he really hold it?
thought he was a champ, told me slapped him up and bossed him over
better have that payment for me, b+tch, or you ain’t comin’ homer
count through our downtime loaf, we got several blowers
so, b+tch, you hit a took a badman uber eats ‘fore you done knocked a roller
pizza party, chops out, it’s over, now his top is gone
whinin’ ’bout a b+tch that let me hit, why you on my phone?
3 k’s in the whip, he get hung by ropes
i got a dog sense of humor, can you feel my jokes?
you spent your last on chic+fil+a, you don’t got no loaf
it’s an e+sig on me, don’t touch my coat

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