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motion - good finesse lyrics

[intro]
(what you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j?)

[chorus]
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

[verse 1]
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i be on my sh*t
them crushed diamonds ain’t nothin’ so i’m rockin’ p*ss
a quarter ticket out thе field, now i got ’em p*ssed
n*gga sit thе f*ck down at 10k, it’s not sh*t
all i do is hop up in the booth and i pop grease
that bum n*gga you had a baby with is not me
a hundred bands this month, i’m a slime ball
these n*ggas weaker than a b*tch than some drywall
i’m finna blow, got me feelin’ like a time bomb
his rollie fake, i could hear his sh*t tick*tock
i’m in the field, i ain’t worried about tiktok
i’m tryna jugg and finesse for a wristw*tch
richard mille, ap or the patek phillipe
these broke n*ggas cheap as h*ll, just look at they kits
i’ve been drippin’ all the time, just look at the kicks
i took his b*tch, now he mad, just look at the fit
[chorus]
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

[verse 2]
you could tell i’ve been a n*gga since the first grade
she gon’ give a n*gga chip ’cause i give her the game
he pillow talkin’ on the boy ’cause the n*gga’s a lame
i be poppin’ hot sh*t like a jalapeño
and i only drink lean, not no casamigos
and my circle really small like a f*ckin’ peep hole
i can’t hang around them n*ggas, they only free load
plug talkin’ with my mexican, that’s my f*ckin’ migo
i be gettin’ to the chip like some f*ckin’ cheetoes
and i got that dog sh*t, not that petty sh*t
it’s plain jane, 42, this a heavy wrist
these n*ggas talkin’ bum sh*t but that’s irrelevant
i be talkin’ big sh*t like i’m an elephant
i drive a b*tch and knock a b*tch because i’m heavensent
and i’m droppin’ all the time because i’m relevant
a big bag out the field, now i’m h*lla rich
[chorus]
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot
i could tell he f*cked up, he ain’t got motion
and every time i pull a bag out, it’s loaf in it
it’s gametime, every day it ain’t no scrimage
he can’t knock me on my dribble ’cause i’m on pivot

- good finesse lyrics

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