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certified finessa - taaylee g lyrics

[intro]
taaylee, shoebox

[chorus]
yeah, he want me bust down, fly me private to maldives (woo)
lettin’ n*ggas know what it is when they see me, yeah
lit b*tch, see me sportin’ lv sleeves
these b*tches choosin’ him, but you know he choosin’ me, yeah
too lit, can’t settle for no regular sh*t (yeah)
n*gga always trippin’, he might need to find a basic b*tch
and i ain’t touch him, but he leave it on the dresser (yeah)
he put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser
[verse 1]
he say he love my stylе and i’m the coldest
steady braggin’ ’bout his bеntley, but, lil’ baby, that’s that old sh*t (that’s that old sh*t)
n*ggas stay flashy and they homeless
he mentionin’ his watch, i said i hardly even notice it (didn’t notice it)
i’m too thick, got a n*gga in his feelings
he all on google searching true love, what’s the meaning? (yeah)
cutie ask what i’m doin’ for the evening (i don’t know)
maybe later, have my feet up in the ceilings (hah)
fly in for that bread like a seagull (yeah)
body somethin’ crazy, say the p*ssy feel illegal (jeez)
don’t want me seein’ other people
got a hold on this n*gga, you might think i’m doin’ kegels
yeah, i got the keys to the whip
two b*tches in the spot seen me, had a fit, yeah (why you mad, though?)
i ain’t here for too long, i don’t mingle
all about transactions, cash app me, make it simple (make it simple)
yeah, old bag and he give me his pension
he be f*ckin’ with them gangsters, so his name, i don’t mention, yeah
his wife bothered, never was my intention
if she come between the money, put that ass on suspension, yeah (put her on timeout)
my girl kay got a trick and he rich (yeah)
he don’t ever make a fuss, so it’s ’bout how you spit, yeah (it’s how you talk)
don’t get lost, she ain’t ever seen the tip (nah)
she won’t never put it on him, might just blow out his hip, yeah (haha)
funny how a honey gettin’ money
wasn’t long ago we was smokin’ in the gutty (in the gutty)
sittin’ ’round the hood feelin’ crummy
huh, life is gettin’ lovely
[chorus]
yeah, he want me bust down, fly me private to maldives
lettin’ n*ggas know what it is when they see me, yeah
lit b*tch, see me sportin’ lv sleeves
these b*tches choosin’ him, but you know he choosin’ me, yeah
too lit, can’t settle for no regular sh*t (nah)
n*gga always trippin’, he might need to find a basic b*tch
and i ain’t touch him, but he leave it on the dresser (woo)
he put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser (certified, yeah)
put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser (shoebox)
put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser

[verse 2]
yeah, new b*tch, got my hair and my nails done
you can ask the gang, never changed, i’m a real one (ain’t never switched)
i hold it down, keep the stick in my purse (ten toes)
if i never moved the stash, sh*t woulda been worse
got a few b*tches watching me
started writing songs so they could watch in hd, yeah (4k, n*gga)
tell ’em write it down and take notes
got your n*ggas teaming up, they goin’ halves on my boat, yeah (where my boat at?)
sneak disses by b*tches that i taught
tryna put a ho on game, she rather be a free thot (sellin’ p*ssy)
these bum b*tches out bad, make me sick
spend your last on a watch, it better come with some bricks, yeah (flip some bricks, n*gga)
better hit the corner, start nippin’
see, i am my gang, so you never catch me slippin’ (nah)
wonder how i’m lit, keep ’em guessin’
got a fat ass, so they think i be finessin’
[chorus]
too lit, can’t settle for no regular sh*t
n*gga always trippin’, he might need to find a basic b*tch (find a basic b*tch)
and i ain’t touch him, but he leave it on the dresser (hah)
he put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser (yeah, yeah)
put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser
put it my name, yeah, i’m a certified finesser

- taaylee g lyrics

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