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letra de yin - good finesse

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[intro]
(laudiano)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
d-gg-n’ b-tches, they like, “man, who raised you?”
you’s a flip and we both knowin’ ain’t no n-gga gon’ save you
then again, b-tch, there’s always a n-gga that’s gon’ save you
it’s crazy how i got thе sh-t they got with no label
young bebе kid, i was outside, i ain’t had cable
one thing i hate is a b-tch that’s not stable
he got a gun and he don’t want to, he forced to tote it
b-tch, you better tear it off to show [?]
exotic pop got h2o, not only sodas
i’ve been gettin’ percs and juice from granny since motorola
unless you seekin’ death, don’t run up on us
stinc team the elite team, all they can do is try to clone us, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool

[verse 2: good finesse]
been had my back, but i’m whoopin’ sh-t
been havin’ money, yeah, i’m stupid rich
drippin’ all the time, don’t you see the ‘fit?
all these blue hundreds, ain’t no counterfeits
took a picture, n-gga, fly as sh-t just like a mannequin
only knew her one day, but i made her tear it off
and i got them real things, b-tch, these ain’t no fentanyls
and i’m never cappin’ when it’s time to go play ball
orange chicken on my neck look like sunkist
it’s grind time, i ain’t tryna have fun, b-tch
jointed up, yeah, i’m tryna come first place
these n-ggas bunk, they ain’t f-ckin’ with us anyway

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool
young ignant, they be like, “who raised you?”
“how you over here with all your chains on?” ’cause i paid my dues
good head and bread if you tryna arrange my mood
b-tch, we ain’t never goin’ steady, i’m way too cool

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