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6odly1 - finesse lyrics

[chorus]
i like to juug and finesse, huh
i like to get to the checks
everyday i get the money
i get the money, i juug and finesse
these n-ggas, they know i’m the plug
know i’m the plug, i juug and finesse
i’ve been servin’ dope with the lean
servin’ that act, servin’ that tech
call me up if you want it, you can buy it
i got percies on me and some b-tches wanna try it
she wanna give head, she wanna f-ck me, i just wanna rise up
i just want money, i just wanna get it, i just wanna rise up

[verse]
i like to roll up in the maybach, while i’m drivin’
thinkin’ ’bout life, [?] this sh-t, like coney island
y’all n-ggas wanna ride roller coasters, coney island
had this b-tch on a ride, like roller coasters, coney island
all this sh-t be funny, night show, night show, jimmy fallon
look at my shoes, and my jacket, stoney island, huh
look at my ice and you know that sh-t be blingin’, huh
look at my gang and you know them choppas singin’
you wanna live my life? you gotta pay that price
you wanna smoke my drugs? we charge cali price
we servin’ out the mansion, we got choppas in it
my cousin’s hit me up and my lean is swimmin’
i get to that bag, get to that bag, let’s get it
i put my whole trap on and that bring my people with me
i put myself on and them b-tches come with it
banana in her b-tt, yeah, i had to split it

[verse]
i like to surprise n-ggas who doubt me
family doubt me
my mind speaking loudly, i’m blowing up
call me a saudi
all the n-ggas who clowned me asking themselves right now
“how’d he?”
improve so d-mn fast, he was just making sh-tty love tracks
they told me “dream big” , martin luther king
building a business
f-ck all these rappers, sound cloud p-ssies, they’re all my children
the feds on my d-ck, bank account froze
i’m doing this sh-t on my own
(reversed audio)

on my d-ck, don’t care about your opinion
if you my ex, you weren’t sh-t
i like my b-tches h-lla thick
these verses ill, i think i’m sick
at a gucci gym to get designer fit
i’m from new york so you know my heart be brick
you n-ggas be skeptics to my music

the old me is coming back
so depressed i had a relapse
i don’t have friends they’re all dead to me
pour down this bottle of hennessy to subdue
all of these painful memories i have with you
i’m back on my bullsh-t, only way to stop me now is to
put a bullet in my brain and keep me dead
till then you have to deal with my sh-t
aye

- 6odly1 lyrics

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