Finesse
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Fines-se'n
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Fines-se'n
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Finesse
All that fucking
He say
She say
Fuck it
We gone juug until it's
Like we hit the sweepstakes
Fuck it
Four-four out of here
One-eighty-seven
Try to run off
We'll go seven-thirty
All of that talk now he
Watching his step
Get took off while you
Out here serving
War zone
War zone
Please don't get caught in that
War zone
Out here you know it get
Real real
Traps in the parts where them
Boarded homes
All that envy
And jealousy
Going for the number one spot
I'm a just take my sauce
Go no days off
In this gumbo pot
I'm a
Yea
Cook it cook it
Cook it
Sauce biters get to looking
Really I don't give no fucks
Cause they really
Stuck on rookie
I got
Two of em doubled up
Cause you know they
Really green
Everybody got a stick
So all that talk
Don't mean a thing
Oou'
Leave the scene clean
Have you thinking
It's a dream
I got to cash out
Before I lash out
Yea she heard that bdrrr' ring
Damn near passed out
I say money's not a thing
She pulled her ass out
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Finesse
All that fucking
He say
She say
Fuck it
We gone juug until it's
Like we hit the sweepstakes
Fuck it
Four-four out of here
One-eighty-seven
Try to run off
We'll go seven-thirty
All of that talk now he
Watching his step
Get took off while you
Out here serving
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Fines-se'n
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Fines-se'n
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Finesse
All that fucking
He say
She say
Fuck it
We gone juug until it's
Like we hit the sweepstakes
Fuck it
Four-four out of here
One-eighty-seven
Try to run off
We'll go seven-thirty
All of that talk now he
Watching his step
Get took off while you
Out here serving
War zone
War zone
Please don't get caught in that
War zone
Out here you know it get
Real real
Traps in the parts where them
Boarded homes
All that envy
And jealousy
Going for the number one spot
I'm a just take my sauce
Go no days off
In this gumbo pot
I'm a
Yea
Cook it cook it
Cook it
Sauce biters get to looking
Really I don't give no fucks
Cause they really
Stuck on rookie
I got
Two of em doubled up
Cause you know they
Really green
Everybody got a stick
So all that talk
Don't mean a thing
Oou'
Leave the scene clean
Have you thinking
It's a dream
I got to cash out
Before I lash out
Yea she heard that bdrrr' ring
Damn near passed out
I say money's not a thing
She pulled her ass out
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Fines-se'n
Finesse
Finesse
All that fucking
He say
She say
Fuck it
We gone juug until it's
Like we hit the sweepstakes
Fuck it
Four-four out of here
One-eighty-seven
Try to run off
We'll go seven-thirty
All of that talk now he
Watching his step
Get took off while you
Out here serving
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Writer(s): Keontrez Jones
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