bossman spaz - finesse lyrics
[intro: bossman spaz]
n+gga, yeah, n+gga
big za
(gentle beatz)
n+gga, n+gga
[chorus: bossman spaz]
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (finesse)
and i’m ’bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
these hoes stay choosin’ (huh?), trap straight boomin’ (yeah)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (finesse)
and i’m ’bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
these hoes stay choosin’ (huh?), trap straight boomin’ (yeah)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
[verse 1: bossman spaz]
i remember breakin’ into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (where they at?)
now i got like thirty g’s stuffed inside a f+nny pack
plug threw a nine+piece, okay, bet, i’ma handle that (we get it done)
you ain’t keep it p? okay, bet, stand on that
all these designer clothes, i look like a d+mn booster
hunnid in a sixty, f+ck state troopers
phone chirpin’ in the mornin’, bae, we roosters
them n+ggas ain’t ballin’, bae, we hoopers
huh? bae, we d1 (yeah)
we ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, bae, i got funds (yeah)
reup on some— yeah, yeah
reup on some— shh, hit the trap, get it done
[chorus: bossman spaz & hood glo]
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (finesse)
and i’m ’bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
these hoes stay choosin’ (huh?), trap straight boomin’ (yeah)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (woo)
and i’m ’bout my check (hey), you better come correct (glo)
these hoes stay choosin’ (on gang, gang), trap straight boomin’ (on gang, gang)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
[verse 2: hood glo]
these b+tches ain’t no competition, man these hoes stay losin’
they talkin’ gangsta sh+t, but i’m the b+tch you hoes ain’t foolin’
he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, man you n+ggas ain’t shooters
you hangin’ with the n+ggas that bucked you for your pistol, you a brewster
i can make my throat stretch (ayy), i can make a mess (woo)
instead ran up a couple hundred thousand, went thirty days no s+x
you know how lame it is to confront me about a n+gga through a text?
you know how fast i’ll turn your favorite n+gga into your favorite ex, ho? (haha)
f+ck, abracadabra on your ass
stop blowin’ him up, he with me, lil sis’, we laughin’ at your ass (stupid)
i ain’t puttin’ that sh+t on, i can show them what that sh+t is (on god)
mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me who that b+tch is (on gang, gang)
[chorus: bossman spaz]
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (finesse)
and i’m ’bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
these hoes stay choosin’ (huh?), trap straight boomin’ (yeah)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
i can make the dope stretch, i can teach finesse (finesse)
and i’m ’bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
these hoes stay choosin’ (huh?), trap straight boomin’ (yeah)
i’m a pack mover (yeah), i’m a weight loser (yeah)
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