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finessed - yuke lyrics

[verse 1]
bih hit my phone up, i’ma let it ring (plugg)
i’ma let sh*t ring and that choppa, it’s gon’ sing, yeah
he got hit in mata, now he can’t even think
she tryna come to my block, b*tch, you trippin’
pop out wit’ a beam, now he bleedin’ through white tee (what?)
beat that n*gga ass and they post it on yt
most these n*ggas chat but they really coppin’ pleas
get yo’ bro to slime you out, you ain’t backdoorin’ me
ha, f*ck no, b*tch, you ain’t, yeah (plugg)
f*ck, you ain’t backdoorin’ sh*t, i run off
yeah, i run off wit’ that n*ggas sh*t
my fault had to finesse you, like, b*tch, i needed it
run off wit’ his pack because i’m not tryna cop a zip
second that i see the jakes, you know that i dip
i ain’t duckin’ no n*gga, i cannot get k!lled
he push up on gang, then his blood gettin’ spilt, like, ew
tryna f*ck ’cause she know i’m baby beel
took yo’ b*tch and i finesse, like, how you feel?
you can’t trap, you can’t serve, like, b*tch, you got no sk!lls
got a all black fit, they ain’t catchin’ me on film
no

[verse 2]
bih, sh*t hit my phone up, i’ma let it ring
i’ma let sh*t ring and that choppa, it’s gon’ sing, yeah
he got hit in mata, now he can’t even think
my fault had to finesse you, like, b*tch, i needed it (huh)
i ain’t wanna jugg his sh*t (plugg), but b*tch, i needed it (yeah)
hoe just seen me boss up, i know you heated, b*tch
b*tch just did me wrong, i’ma make ’em feel so sick
when i’m gettin’ rich (yeah, yeah, yeah, like)
know she gone be sick as f*ck when i’m countin’ up
money on bro head, i might go take that bounty, yeah
b*tches on my d*ck because i’m clouted up (yeah, yeah)
j*panese denim, don’t know where i found this from (plugg)
in that courtroom, i won’t say sh*t like a monk
b*tch just said i’m ignorant, now she said i’m blunt
i’m like, “b*tch, what the f*ck? b*tch, pick one”
yeah, like, b*tch, which one?

- yuke lyrics

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