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fine wine - tra (us) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ayy turn that sh*t up
oh yeah that sh*t sound good

[verse 1]
gimme the loot and imma bounce b*tch
when i join i expect no f*cking sound b*tch
buy some rounds b*tch
don’t leave your house b*tch
i got no sh*t up on my wrist b*tch
check the f*cking ‘counts b*tch
yeah, check the f*cking ‘counts ahh
don’t cross the f*cking line
yeah my girl gets better with time like fine wine
and she’s mine tough to find one of a kind
sunshine, goldmine, so fine, d*mn
d*mn i spray this f*cking sh*t like pam
and it slams and i just scored higher than exams b*tch

[verse 2]
f*ck em yeah f*ck em i don’t love em
i will always be above em
i don’t f*ck with you if you don’t f*ck with the style
this sh*ts so f*cking wild
i’ve been running for 20 miles
my bars are not so f*cking mild
f*ck with me and you gone get a trial b*tch
yeah don’t f*ck with my flow
b*tch i’m unique and i’ll sell out the shows
i don’t f*ck with no hoes
i got me a girl and you already know
the lyrics like snow
and i’m always alone
and she calling my phone
and she feeling like home
and the bars are like stone
and i’m up on the throne
and i put in the work but i’m still unknown ahh
[interlude]
like fine wine yeah
yeah
ayy
yeah yeah yeah bau

[verse 3]
writing this sh*t right after the album drop
telling myself that i’d only make f*cking bops
closing up shop i don’t ever write f*cking flops
swip swap on that sh*t i don’t wanna stop
drip drop on my fit i know how to shop
wait stop
your b*tch f*cks them props
and you’re cut like a mop
and you don’t have a job
and you wonder why she never wanna talk ahh
your sh*t doesn’t matter i throw it aside
i tried to be better but i was denied
you f*ck with the pride
i f*ck with the east side
and my girl live on avenue west yeah
only f*ck with the best
this sh*t ain’t a contest
and i’m feeling the stress
at my best i’m a guest
i don’t wanna ingest
all the rest of this sh*t
but i’m blessed
[verse 4]
yeah let me down
i just wanna be found
f*ck my account
f*ck the amounts
f*ck with the sound
yeah higher than clouds
finding my crowd
rapping out loud
working past sundown
trynna be proud yeah
of the sh*t that i make
writing that sh*t till i break
writing that sh*t till it’s hot like a steak
b*tch i’m the baddest
don’t f*ck with the baddest
don’t f*ck with my status
your sh*t doesn’t matter
yeah going in deep like a dagger
i’m climbing the ladder
i’m laying the platter
yeah where the f*ck are your manners
i’m writing this sh*t like a planner
i’m bout ta blow up like i’m banner f*ck
i’m too good for your standards
[verse 5]
i’m too good for you
sad but it’s true if you only knew
don’t take a lotta randos gotta keep a tight crew
only had two (b*tch yeah) now i gotta girl wit a view
and i’m stuck like glue wit her
and this sh*t so cold got it feeling like blue winter (ayy f*ck)
keeping you warm with this liquor
i don’t feel the same come to figure
flowing so fast like a river
i’m cutting your sh*t like it’s scissors
i’m climbing up fast like a zipper
your boyfriend is soft like a whisper
it’s hitting so fast like a twister
i’m grinding so hard got a blister
i’m pouring a glass and i got me a mixer
i’m trynna get richer and get me some figures (yeah)
but that don’t make me a winner (bau)

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