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heated - team finesse lyrics

[intro: johnmugga]
shout out to angel on the boards man
doing this thing right now
and i’m ’bout to snap right now
i’m in my f-ckin’ bag right now

[hook x2: johnmugga]
i do what i want, i move how i want, i know i got you heated
i flex how i want, i spend what i want, i know i got you heated
i’m f-ckin’ your hoe, she suckin’ my d-ck, i know i got you heated
i know i got you heated, it’s hatin’, i can see it

[verse 1: nyquil]
ahh, i walk in the club, no id
tf, your bloodstream, no iv
obviously you no ivy leaguer
blew that loud, went dumb like speakers
come through strapped, they hide, we seekers
spent 200 on my sneakers
phone keep ringing, need a beeper
i be slangin’ justin bieber, woah
yeah, trappin’ is a f-ckin’ hobby, woah
if you ain’t first, you last, i’m talkin’ ricky bobby, woah
i catch a flight, i’m flexin’ out in abu dhabi, woah
five-star hotel, f-ckin’ models in the lobby, woah
but now it’s back to business
free the boy moddy man, he just missed christmas
sit back, relax, you about to witness
whole squad on the glo-up, went from rags to riches
smokin’ good weed and baggin’ bad b-tches
spendin’ that green and flexin’, that’s fitness
money like drummond, ballin’, thats pistons
pickin’ up dimes, i don’t need -ssistance
trippin’ and trappin’, i been off the sh-t cause i’m sippin’ this actavis
sh-ttin’ on rappers, i don’t need a laxative
don’t need to practice, already get baskets
or maybe get buckets, so maybe just f-ck it
i came from the bottom and started from nothing
we stay at the top, now it’s end of discussion
i’m here with my boys, we finessin’ and thuggin’, woah

[verse 2: johnmugga]
these n-gg-s be thinkin’ i’m slippin’
i slide through your hood on a mission
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, and you b-tchin’
i toot it and boot it, then dippin’
finessin’, you know that we with it
y’all n-gg-s just really be trippin’
i’m whippin’, i’m whippin’, i’m whippin’
your girl, she really sneaky, yeah she tryna keep it lowkey
she be callin’ up my broski
yeah, you know he hit all lowkey
yeah, you know he hit it lowkey, yeah, yeah
f-ckin’ the clique, she suckin’ the d-ck, yeah, yeah, yeah
she with all the sh-ts, you know she that b-tch, yeah, yeah, yeah

- team finesse lyrics

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