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bonnie b - finesse lyrics

[intro]
prima donna, nigga (can i get a light?)
stay blessed, won’t get finessed, nigga
(p-ss me the henny) it’s that tangirl shit
and you call me shit? ah
niggas can’t flex with us
can’t sit with us, can’t cut the check with us, nah
100 keep it, nigga

[verse 1]
these b-tches ain’t with the shits
my b-tches they with the shits
where the pint, where the henny? need a fifth
take a shot or take a sip
where my b-tches that be down to get lit?
and be too legit to quit
walk in the do’, take over the vip
niggas can’t pimp but be really some simps
tanboys do that and them tangirls do this
ho, never heard of your name, who you with?
state your biz
p-ss me the aux cord, mr. uber driver
it smell like bogeys so i know you smoke
take one hit of this and you bound to choke
i’ma get you high, let’s hit the road

[pre-hook]
b-mping “slumber party,” by gucci mane
see my tattoo on my hand and ask me, “girl, do you sing?”
i say, “i do my thing, and i’m into finer things
like that cash money, bling blang,” pussy make these rappers sing

[hook]
stay blessed, won’t get finessed
stay blessed, won’t get finessed
where’s my b-tches that’s bout them checks?
stack ones and we turn ’em into m’s
fuck boys, won’t fuck with them
og b-tch, i spit them gems
stay blessed, won’t get finessed
stay blessed, won’t get finessed
where’s my b-tches that’s bout them checks?
fuck boys, won’t fuck with them
stacking hunnids and we turn ’em into m’s
og b-tch, i spit them gems

[verse 2]
let’s go, i’ma stay single, get paid
keep niggas feeding me grapes in the shade
conjugal fever i cannot be tamed
high like aaliyah, spit fire and flames
doing a hunnid i might hydroplane
skrrrtt skrrrtt, doing a hunnid i might hydroplane
every nigga i fuck with come back
put in work in the streets and they love that
looking for me you can find me where the funds at
if you trying to pull some bullshit, fuck that
put the pussy to his mouth tell him run that
where the cash at, nigga, where them drugs at?
where the cash at, nigga, where them drugs at?

[outro]
if you ain’t got no money then my b-tches acting funny
play these niggas like dummies, that’s my best friend, yeah she love me
we fucking with them druggies that be sipping on that muddy
mix the henny with bubbly, keep the [?] talking like cudi
if you ain’t got no money then my b-tches acting funny
play these niggas like dummies, that’s my best friend, yeah she love me
we fucking with them druggies that be sipping on that muddy
mix the henny with bubbly, keep the [?] talking like cudi

- bonnie b lyrics

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