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letra de quarter ticket - good finesse

[intro: good finesse]
(take your resource, n-gga, stop playin’)
ayy

[chorus: good finesse]
i’m tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket
i ain’t even pull no money out, but she know i get it
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chicken then you know i’m missing
and i stay on n-ggas’ top like a f-ckin’ fitted
i’m tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket
i ain’t even pull no money out, but she know i get it
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chicken then you know i’m missing
and i stay on n-ggas’ top like a f-ckin’ fitted

[verse 1: young bull]
top n-gga in my city, better ask around
trophies on my neck shinin’, they glisten so bright
a hundred to the face got a n-gga feelin’ right
yeah, he bad, but you broke, you ain’t really my type
finna blind, i be gone in the blink of an eye
stay on a n-gga top, don’t be actin’ surprised
shooters knockin’ off fitteds, headshot him, he won’t survive
i’m on some other sh-t, tryna take a trip to dubai
and if he talkin’ ’bout some money then i’m interested
this sh-t ain’t nothin’ to me, i’ve been bust for ben franklin
off this four of wockhardt, he sippin’ silver satin
i bust for hundreds every day, n-gga, stop playin’
[chorus: good finesse]
i’m tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket
i ain’t even pull no money out, but she know i get it
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chicken then you know i’m missing
and i stay on n-ggas’ top like a f-ckin’ fitted
i’m tryna blamp for like a quarter ticket
i ain’t even pull no money out, but she know i get it
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chicken then you know i’m missing
and i stay on n-ggas’ top like a f-ckin’ fitted

[verse 2]
i see the money everywhere ’cause i got tunnel vision
and i put the plays together, i’m the head coach
and i’ll drop any b-tch if she say no
you ever had a bad b-tch give you a big loaf?
you only had a weak b-tch make you beat loaf
and you know i got it bad, but i can’t be broke
quarter ticket out the yeah like a free throw
and i’m off that wockhardt, not that beer juice
you ain’t talkin’ big money, i can’t hear you
and i’m on these n-ggas’ top every time i drop
and i know i’m finna bust it, mr. pull it out
top n-gga, top floor ’cause i’m a trophy [?] (ayy)

- good finesse

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