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ceo - finesse2tymes lyrics

[intro: finesse2tymes]
two of ’em
(xo think he all that)

[verse 1: finesse2tymes]
didn’t n0body root for me
now they reposting me
bad b*tches open the door for me (chauffer me)
talkin’ ’bout a couple hundred thousand dollars
i’m cool bruh*bruh, that’s too low for me
if you f*ck with the opps, stop approaching me
big ao*19 gon’ go for me
hundred k on my neck and it’s soaking me
ceo i ain’t got no n*gga over me
mane, these rap n*ggas groupies, i’m cool on ’em
we catch ’em in public, we move on ’em
money poke out my thigh, leave a bruise on ’em
man, them ar*15’s got b00bs on em
word in the streets, thеy got money on me
but if i want a n*gga, i’m comin’, homie
mac 90 on mе a hundred, homie
and if 12 get on me, i’m punchin’ homie
i’m shootin’ first, it ain’t no second guessing
thirty*two shots gone in thirty*two seconds
i’m pullin’ up if i feel disrespected
you stupid as f*ck talkin’ ’bout sn*tchin’ my necklace
die ’bout my reputation
mane, these n*gga keep me in they conversations
won’t even tell me “congratulations”
i don’t f*ck with n0body, i’m m*st*rbating
they say that got k!llers, but so what?
it’s gon’ be me or them, i give no f*cks
i come to your city and go to your hood with fifty vice lords and post up
now, this ain’t no publicity stunt
we pull up and unload sticks out the trunk
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas for nothing
i don’t celebrate black history month
i’m going straight in, like f*ck a hook
sweatsuit and some forces like f*ck a look
i’m fed for real, free keon
shout out cmg, i looked up to jook
and i don’t need no n*gga vouchin’ for me
if its war then its war, i ain’t squashin’ nothin’
my lil’ n*ggas on go, i ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
mini drac’ on my hip give me charlie horses
i was locked up, they threw shots at me
now i’m free and they wanna send cops at me
i’m a vice lord with boss status
got ’em up on they feet like a pep rally
i was f*cked up how they felt ’bout me
kicked me while i was down, i kept at it
now i cop ice like a meth addict
yeah, i’m hard on n*ggas like step daddies, he my stepson
[verse 2: kevin gates]
bread winner don
flip from a zip off a crumb
tommy controlin’ the slums
housing authority
pack up and movin’ so much ’til we don’t even know where we from
broke as a joke
we shared each other’s hoes
we wearin’ each other’s clothes
stood over stoves, stood over toilets
they cut off the water and kick in the door
get on the floor
brought it back out and i ran it back up and i ordered a load
christian dior, i pre*order my clothes
posted in florida, i’m still on the go
finesse said that he need to get in my face
i put on that water and got on the road
blackballed, backstabbed, fell on my face helpin’ n*ggas, got kicked in my ass
people i trusted ran off with money
told my ho f*ck her, and got in my bag
a lot of these orders, fail to mention
they love how i’m rockin’, they copy my swag
windshieldin’ bricks, redistributin’ glass
trapped in the trenches, i’m sellin’ hermes
ancient syringes, we cut on the blender
and hit with the fender, i’m still in the trap
big booty b*tch, punchin’ d*ck in her back
sh*t done got lit, i’ma stay on the gas
don’t do no arguments, goin’ straight in
you get outta line, i’ma get on yo’ ass
park break, car parked, hmm
yellow tape, chalk marks, hmm
binary issue, regular artillery
hop out with swtiches on top of the trigger
how do you cope when you know that you special
but everyone ’round you wan’ play on your mental?
sh*t get depressing, you know you a vet’
and you don’t get no credit but know you official
take all the pain and strain, i remember
days i don’t do no complainin’, i’m flexin’
take all this this away from me, one in the chamber
bet i still know when i was standin’ in the kitchen

- finesse2tymes lyrics

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