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finesse crew empire - backflip lyrics

[intro: tony montana, scarface (1983), lu$o, slav]
let’s get this straight now
i never f-cked anybody over, in my life, that didn’t have it coming to them
all i have in this world is my b-lls and my word, and i don’t break them for no one

it’s the yung m-th-f-cka

whatu mean

[verse 1: lu$o]
i c-m venom right in ’em
cause astigmatism
you know when it’s written
like lennon in denim
like lenin i end ’em
go in on the track
track go mcmurry
you know i flip pack
push pack in a hurry
lil’ hoe finna gag
baby don’t worry (what?)
baby don’t worry (what?)
baby don’t worry (what?)

[verse 2: lil roachie]
i just flex on these b-tches
give no sh-t what you gon’ say
like, i got all of these riches
i produce st-tches
i kick people’s -ss
i make people laugh
like i’m doin’ backflips

[verse 2: cou]
tinder b-tch
she pulled up real quick (fuego)
all she want is this d-ck
i could never resist
trappin hard makin’ tracks
smack a b-tch with backhand
racks on racks, hit the bands
matte black g with the blinds
get the f-ck up right now
poppin’, i’m smokin’ on clouds
yo’ b-tch ain’t quiet she loud
xan’d then dead on the couch
xan’d on the couch

[verse 3: lu$o]
whippin foreign cars
crashed four rars on bars
man sunday was a fun day
left the club; it was monday
crashed that hyundai
sh-t was a rental
they told me gentle
said don’t be judgemental
sh-t was accidental
sh-t was accidental yeuh

[verse 4: cou]
ruthless, 21
yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ savage
finesse crew out here smokin’ the cabbage
i luh all my p-ssy
i luh all my p-ssy
i luh all my p-ssy
but i ain’t about marrage
tinderella, givin’ me road head in her carriage
i luh all my p-ssy

[verse 5: lu$o]
i just want big body benz and bare thottie fans
don’t need no advance
wait til you see plans
got ps no green beans, only blue beans and xans
keep racks in my pants
racks in my (what?)

[verse 6: lil roachie]
racks in my pants
got these hoes straight outta france
it wasn’t by chance
these b-tches ready to dance
and we got these green beans and xans
and we ain’t got no plans
i be to plug to they socket
these b-tches pop it and lock it and shoot the key up in a rocket
so i can go send them off in the stars
i’m ouchea poppin’ these bars
still i be driving these cars, don’t need no applause
i’m ouchea swimmin’ with jaws, the breast stroke is real
and yo’ b-tch; she got me appealed
til’ i’m on stage; i remain enraged
another beast in the cage
i do
finesse crew backflip then we packflip, too true

- finesse crew empire lyrics

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