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finer thangs - who's gab lyrics

i said girl, what you doin’ out your house at this time?
(yeah)
i wanna make you mine
(yeah)
i said girl, you so hot, yeah you so s-xy, you so fine
you been runnin’ through my mind
let me show you all…
the finer thangs
i can…
hold you down, help you follow your dreams, yeah
let me show you all…
the finer thangs
’cause you look…
picture perfect like you comin’ from a magazine
a magazine
let me show you all…

the finer thangs, help you follow your dreams
first time we met, the city covered in rain
and you was lookin’ pretty with them skinny -ss jeans
and i was always curious so i asked for your name
you said “first name, denisse. second name is maxine”
“sup my name is gabby, second name is joaquin”
take me to your palace ’cause you look like a queen
shawty was on fire, what’s with all that kerosene?
d-mn…
started out as friends
and you was all lonely, you just left your man
and you said you weren’t ready, had to understand
that i gotta take it slow, there’s no need to rush in
so stop bein’ shy, stop hidin’ that pretty face
is you down to ride, i’m on the way, wear your pjs
we could just lay or runaway on the freeway
you decide, baby i know you got fine taste

makin’ all my raps, now everybody showin’ love
i got some gigs, see my name on that sign above?
young who’s gabby tryna switch up the scene
young pretty lady wanna fix my self-esteem, ugh
and i can’t like, couple b-tches sendin’ messages
i show you off and these b-tches fill with jealousness
h-ll yeah you older but my wine is older too
aged well like a cristal bottle do, aye
‘member the time when we drank on a rooftop
strollin’ ’round the global city, feelin’ like that the world stopped
when i get my money right, we gon’ ride in a droptop
messin’ up the sheets at night, baby screamin our lord god
d-mn…
so baby girl just be patient
’cause i be in the studio, cookin’ bombs, some grenade hits
i’mma be the greatest ever, you ain’t gotta debate it
who’s gabby, serro, malli and we boutta go ape sh-t
north notice
let me show you all…

the finer thangs
i can…
hold you down, help you follow your dreams, yeah
let me show you all…
the finer thangs
’cause you look…
picture perfect like you comin’ from a magazine
a magazine

so i said, i said, i said
girl, what you doin’ out your house at this time?
(yeah)
i wanna make you mine
(yeah)
i said girl, you so hot, yeah you so s-xy, you so fine
you been runnin’ through my mind
let me show you all…
the finer thangs
i can…
hold you down, help you follow your dreams, yeah
let me show you all…
the finer thangs
’cause you look…
picture perfect like you comin’ from a magazine
a magazine
let me show you all…

- whos gab lyrics

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