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oh yeah - mr. finley lyrics

[hook: mr. finley]
here the h-ll i am, there the f-ck i go
when i step up in it, guarantee you finna know
they say yeah, oh yeah, they’re going yeah, f-ck yeah
my n-gg- ay
this is who i am, this is how i go
and every time i get up in that booth or rock a show
they’re going yeah, oh yeah, they’re going, yeah f-ck yeah
my n-gg- ay

[verse 1: mr. finley]
i like you, [?]
i only came for the b-tches to jock
i brought some live-wires with me and they’re ready to pop
any disrespect we’re turning up to the top
i f-ck with players, you work with haters
so that make you a hater by -ssociation
i west coast it
b-tch rollerskating, feeling like a president
when i lead we motorcading
the total package, batteries included
sorry producer, i [?] your music
i have to do it, the whole world watchin’
catch me in the sky, probably while you birdwatchin’ (there i go)
i’m up-up and away
i don’t need a phone number , i am f-cking today
and you can bet that when i come that i ain’t comin’ to play
who got a problem? who want drama? who got something to say?
ay

[verse 2: yelawolf]
you don’t wanna see me do it, do you?
you don’t wanna see the truth of music
lick for the crack of the (worthless) circus
f-ckin’ up the way that people cruise to music
but give me the news and i lose it
shoot at a m-th-f-cka like who blew it?
f-ck it like use it, you could use the improvement
spin a circle [?] underneath my jay
f-ck [?] tree i’mma roll in with a 30-pack of [?]
come jump in the bayou
i boogie down to the bottom, hater
instead of saying f-ckin’ alabama, you’ll be screamin’ f-ckin alligator!
yeah buddy i’m off the chain, i’m off the train, i’m running loose
how did i become off the train?
’cause i’m an engine with long caboose
i’m an indian, i’m a cherokee too
i’m a white boy, an amerian youth
so, who needs the proof?
if you wanna bud light i’ll give you tattoo
[?]
in an alleyway with another alley oop
put medicine through the neck
the game is sick, i’m a bowl of soup
so, what’s up player?
you’re looking down, you don’t know, what’s up player?
but i’m looking like i wanna know, what’s up there?
drop another verse
jump outta the booth like

[verse 3 mr. finley]
this that sh-t that make them motherf-ckers go crazy
such a vegas baby, somebody ace of spade me
point me to the stage, cut my f-ckin’ music up
i am here for your enjoyment, use me ’til you use me up
i’m cool as what? frigerator, winter weather
[?] winter fresher, i’ve been popping since forever
can’t n-body rip it better
i’ll rip it to shreds, i do it ’til death
i’ll k!ll it it’s dead
gov and i ain’t talking to government
2011, ghet-o-vision b-tch, we runnin’ sh-t
goin’ ham on you n-gg-s and we make that change like man in the mirror
i am macaroni, i am mr. finley
i am spokesperson, i have spoken for my city
we here, goin’ nowhere, tell you i’m going nowhere
as long as i got that mic i’mma rap that b-tch and make ’em
oh yeah

- mr finley lyrics

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