*** Artist Lyrics – Finesse2Tymes
(Memphis Track Boy)
(KJLetTheBeatKnock)
(Let’s go)
This *** ain’t [chicle?] and ***
Just made that ass move, be your best (Finesse)
Enough of the speculations and the rumors
I’m finna lay [?] the wrist (Right now)
I ain’t never be extorted (What else?)
And I never been a *** (Never)
They thoughts I was patchin’ my homes
I passed them niggas without even lookin’ (Touchdown)
My crib on five acres, superball ring, like a nine later
Pop a tab, I’m *** as a skyscraper
Make her *** on the *** like a vibrator (Ooh)
At this point it ain’t no competetion (No competetion)
[?] they comprehend me (Can’t comprehend)
What goes around, come back around
I can’t *** with groupie ***, I’m too superstitious
Real *** at the limo (For real)
These lil’ niggas need parental (Lil’ niggas)
I was in back of the line too long
Might walk to the front and skip ’em (Watch out)
I don’t ask for permission, ***
If I want it, I’m comin’ to get it, ***
Make ’em stand down like a midget, ***
If you wanna get rich, you should listen, *** (Watch this, watch this)
I came home and charged twenty-five for show
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
[?] dirt, now I’m up on the score
Now they can see all my clarity (They see it)
Made a couple good investments
Bought a thousand pounds, made it disappear (It’s gone)
Made three-point-nine mil’ fresh out the sale, ***, in a year (Yeah)
[?] that’s like me (Nobody)
Lost it all, went and got it back (Got it back)
You can throw me in a jungle butt naked
***, I’ma adapt to my habitat (My habitat)
Bet I’ll come out the *** with the fur coat (Fur coat)
Matchin’ fur hat, alligator boots (‘Gator boots)
I’ma be some [?] ’til I’m ninety-two (I’m ninety-two)
I don’t *** with you, my ***, who is you? (Who is you?)
I don’t listen to [?] (Nah)
No, I do not condone that back bite (Back bite)
You got something to say to that man then say it (Say it)
If you a gangster then act like it (Act like it)
I *** with more *** than *** (Than ***)
I *** with more Gs than [laws?] (Know why)
This *** ain’t just homie, it’s in me
I bleed the [five?], this *** in my pulse (In my blood)
I got mine, now go get yours (Go get it)
I ain’t focus on up on the score (Nah, *** that)
I just wanna live, just wanna be free
To raise my girls and boys (The truth)
Them niggas was lyin’, tryna make it look good (Look good)
[?] as a *** make ’em look good (Look good)
You want the real, here I am (Solid)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
You want the real, here I am (Solid)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just *** (Artist)
The other rapper just ***
