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marathon - good finesse lyrics

[intro]
(run that back, west)

[verse 1]
you can’t tell i’m finna blow the f*ck up?
i’m gassin’ up and i’m finna leave these n*ggas in the dust
i stayed down, so you know them bands came in a bundle
it’s crunch time, i’m that n*gga so you know i ain’t gon’ fumble
b*tch, i really rap, i don’t mumble
and i sip lean, i don’t drink beer
diamonds hittin’ off the light, it look like chandeliers
n*ggas always get scared then they pass the ball
ah, ah

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m on a marathon
and i don’t think that you could keep up (ayy, ayy)
i’m tryna stay above the water, i ain’t tryna drown
and i’m always on my dribble, i ain’t turn it over
b*tch, i’m on a marathon
and i don’t think that you could keep up (ayy, ayy)
i’m tryna stay above the water, i ain’t tryna drown
and i’m always on my dribble, i ain’t turn it over

[verse 2]
my new b*tch got a munchie in a range rover
and i made her tear it off, i made her give it over
steady gettin’ all the money, i’m a pocket poker
why you stackin’ to his top just to knock it over?
steady hittin’ home runs like i’m babe ruth
and i paid all my taxes, b*tch, i paid my dues
just chose a n*gga ’cause i’m fly and i’m extra cool
i beat her p*ssy up, n*gga doin’ wrestling moves
i don’t never call up on her, i don’t stress a b*tch
i don’t f*ck broke b*tches, i’m celebate
and i’m steady gettin’ guap and gettin’ h*ll of it
and i’m workin’ all these hours like a mexican
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m on a marathon
and i don’t think that you could keep up (ayy, ayy)
i’m tryna stay above the water, i ain’t tryna drown
and i’m always on my dribble, i ain’t turn it over
b*tch, i’m on a marathon
and i don’t think that you could keep up (ayy, ayy)
i’m tryna stay above the water, i ain’t tryna drown
and i’m always on my dribble, i ain’t turn it over

[verse 3]
all i hang around is sharks, i can’t hang with shrimps
i’d rather take a smart b*tch than a lazy b*tch
two ears and one mouth, b*tch, shut it up
you ain’t know i was a n*gga? i’m mr. run it up
i am nothin’ like you, n*gga, i got a lot of bucks
i am nothin’ like you, n*gga, i give no f*cks
i could text to the homie and i know he gon’ bust it down
this b*tch try to act bougie but they really f*ckin’
i just bust for all huns, blueberry m*ffins
and i always find a bag ’cause i smell it out
i just found a honey bun, i’m finna let it out
this n*gga thought he was sl!ck, i put it in the couch

- good finesse lyrics

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