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Breaking News Video (MV)




Performed By: G.W.T Finesse
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Cameron King
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G.W.T Finesse - Breaking News Lyrics
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Look, reporting live up in that studio, bitch, I'm in that booth
They tryna see my every move like that shit breakin' news
Told that lil' bitch don't need no convo, bitch, just send me nudes
I put the rap game on my back and now I'm gettin' views
I just got rich and now I'm thinkin' what the f*ck to do
Old bitch come back, I look at her like, who the f*ck is you
You wasn't with me when we down, so now you wanna fly
She talkin' bout she wanna trip, we can't go to Dubai
I'd rather see you die, bloodshed everywhere
How you scared to pull that trigger, knowin' you was on the drill
And if I up this pistol, bitch, I promise shit ain't gon' be fair
I'm the type of nigga that'll kill you, think I'm takin' share
Ayy, owner goals, I might buy your shit and give it to the bros
That lil' nigga ain't ready for money, he askin' for the hoes
Ayy, what's your goal? I heard he tryna get rich off a snatch of souls
Ayy, he ain't tryna grab no pole, he ain't tryna up the scope
Ayy, he ain't tryna run out on that mission, get the blitzin
Ayy, he ain't tryna get rich off of flippin' in that kitchen
Ayy, he ain't tryna run it up, he's tryna get missin
I treat bitches like bad kids, send them to detention
They better pay attention to these lyrics that I'm sayin
I heard them niggas down the road hatin' for attention
Ayy, before it turned to tension, just know a nigga pinchin
Just know I got them Glocks and Chops stocked up in that building
And if you wanna get to me, you gotta meet the members
Yeah, my niggas, they drillin, they act like apes guerrillas
Them niggas don't care about your mama or your f*ckin' siblings
They'll tie them up and stomp him six deep, won't even remember
And when they done, they pick them up and throw them out the f*ckin' window
Nigga, they say, f*ck your kinfolk, you can't even hate on it though
Nigga mad I took his hoe, nigga, I got ten more
Take your bitch and have her back, I gave her a heart attack
Ayy, that lil' bitch was runnin' from the dick when she was throwin' back
I fed her perks like my name Yak, and now that pussy gettin' smacked
Ayy, kick that bitch outside the crib when I was done, cause I don't need her
Ayy, bitch, you know that I'm a cheater, you can go and ask Geneva
Ayy, they mad at me about her text, cause T.T. wanna lick on me
But Gigi, she just hit my phone and said she wanna kid with me
I guess I'm really himity, cause all these bitches feelin' me
I'm just that nigga that won't even wife her, but she still with me, I'm gone
G.W.T. shit, bitch
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English

Look, reporting live up in that studio, bitch, I'm in that booth
They tryna see my every move like that shit breakin' news
Told that lil' bitch don't need no convo, bitch, just send me nudes
I put the rap game on my back and now I'm gettin' views
I just got rich and now I'm thinkin' what the f*ck to do
Old bitch come back, I look at her like, who the f*ck is you
You wasn't with me when we down, so now you wanna fly
She talkin' bout she wanna trip, we can't go to Dubai
I'd rather see you die, bloodshed everywhere
How you scared to pull that trigger, knowin' you was on the drill
And if I up this pistol, bitch, I promise shit ain't gon' be fair
I'm the type of nigga that'll kill you, think I'm takin' share
Ayy, owner goals, I might buy your shit and give it to the bros
That lil' nigga ain't ready for money, he askin' for the hoes
Ayy, what's your goal? I heard he tryna get rich off a snatch of souls
Ayy, he ain't tryna grab no pole, he ain't tryna up the scope
Ayy, he ain't tryna run out on that mission, get the blitzin
Ayy, he ain't tryna get rich off of flippin' in that kitchen
Ayy, he ain't tryna run it up, he's tryna get missin
I treat bitches like bad kids, send them to detention
They better pay attention to these lyrics that I'm sayin
I heard them niggas down the road hatin' for attention
Ayy, before it turned to tension, just know a nigga pinchin
Just know I got them Glocks and Chops stocked up in that building
And if you wanna get to me, you gotta meet the members
Yeah, my niggas, they drillin, they act like apes guerrillas
Them niggas don't care about your mama or your f*ckin' siblings
They'll tie them up and stomp him six deep, won't even remember
And when they done, they pick them up and throw them out the f*ckin' window
Nigga, they say, f*ck your kinfolk, you can't even hate on it though
Nigga mad I took his hoe, nigga, I got ten more
Take your bitch and have her back, I gave her a heart attack
Ayy, that lil' bitch was runnin' from the dick when she was throwin' back
I fed her perks like my name Yak, and now that pussy gettin' smacked
Ayy, kick that bitch outside the crib when I was done, cause I don't need her
Ayy, bitch, you know that I'm a cheater, you can go and ask Geneva
Ayy, they mad at me about her text, cause T.T. wanna lick on me
But Gigi, she just hit my phone and said she wanna kid with me
I guess I'm really himity, cause all these bitches feelin' me
I'm just that nigga that won't even wife her, but she still with me, I'm gone
G.W.T. shit, bitch
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Writer: Cameron King
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