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finesse duh p - finesse2tymes lyrics

[intro]
ayy, i was tryna get junior to come in the motherf*ckin’ booth and spit some p, you know what that n*gga told me?
that n*gga told me he might go fed
(xo think he all that)

[verse]
okay, if you don’t give a f*ck, then i don’t give a f*ck neither (i don’t give a f*ck neither)
talkin’ ’bout leaving me for dead, f*ck you, b*tch, i don’t need you (f*ck you, b*tch, i don’t need you)
all the game i invested, all the vacations and spots
i’d rather f*ck with somebody who wanna see me on top (f*ck that)
i told you when i met you how it was and how i get down (how i get down)
neglect you on the road, but f*ck you good when i be in town (when i’m in town)
quit playin’ innocent ’cause, b*tch, i heard ’bout how you gеt ’round (i heard)
and tell your nosey brokе*ass friends i said sit down (said sit down)
i don’t owe no explanation, dedicated to this hustlin’ sh*t (i’m faithful)
kissin’, huggin’, lovey*dovey, miss me with that sucker sh*t (chill out)
holdin’ hands in the sand, miss me with that cuffin’ sh*t (uh*uh)
these b*tches can’t do nothin’ for me but cook, clean, and suck a d*ck (that’s all)
celibate before i pay a b*tch and i don’t babysit (nah)
break a b*tch and build her back up, i know how to make a b*tch
i treat all my hoes the same, ain’t got no favorite (favorites)
don’t call me ricky, b*tch, you don’t know me, call me my alias
finesse the p
i do the finessing, f*ck it look like you finessing me?
put that ho in check she disrespect, don’t never question p
say that sh*t two times, say that sh*t two times
never question p
say that sh*t two times, say that sh*t two times
revoke the b*tch ’cause she ain’t pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down
might demote the b*tch, until you make a hundred, don’t come ’round (don’t come ’round)
had to coach her like, “run me the sack, but don’t step out of bounds” (don’t do that)
you wanna be with me, but b*tch, i need you out of town
on the road doin’ shows (yeah, yeah), i got ‘bows need to be sold (sold)
pourin’ fours, blowin’ o’s (‘za), bad b*tches doin’ my toes (toes)
grippin’ grain (grain), slammin’ doors (doors), make a b*tch put on my clothes (yeah)
wanna k!ll me ’bout a b*tch (b*tch), but n*gga, she the one that chose
ayy, she the one that chose me (hold up), she the one that chose me (she chose me)
run off with my money, when i catch you, b*tch, you owe me (you owe me)
address the b*tch
told me that i make her p*ssy wet with that aggressive sh*t (i’m gangster)
and i might not be perfect, but i’m definite
excellent (excellent, finesse)

- finesse2tymes lyrics

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