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finesse curt - protocol lyrics

i’m on my grind diddy bopping doing my thug thizzle
all gas no brakes whole buck sixty
got lil mama on the line like what’s up with it
but my momma told me boy you bet not trust these women
so i gotta watch her keep my eyes on the prize
ion even trust my dawgs keep my on the guys
it’s only protocol to keep yo eyes ya nine
if you call my phone private than yo call get declined

the caller that you reached they did not answer
they say i’m acting boujie but i’m way above standards
f+ck a n+gga and a b+tch excuse my manners
i hold the rights to the mechanics like it’s arm and hammer
misunderstood but i bet a n+gga understand it
i’m smoking trees on the mountain that my farmer planted
tropicana cookies with a cup of coffee
ex b+tch tried to trap me i told her get the f+ck off me
i flip the script than switch the flow
i flip my b+tch than hit the door
for a grip i crank the engine than i hit the road
a half of million dollar check in the centerfold
i’m bag chasing sack chasing real road runner
trap for 31 days in a 4 runner
icy gemini pendant issa cold summer
h2o i’m drippy in a old hummer
i’m on my grind diddy bopping doing my thug thizzle
all gas no brakes whole buck sixty
got lil mama on the line like what’s up with it
but my momma told me boy you bet not trust these women
so i gotta watch her keep my eyes on prize
ion even trust my dawgs keep my on the guys
it’s only protocol to keep yo eyes ya nine
if you call my phone private than yo call get declined

stop calling my phone private b+tch you childish and you petty
50 missed calls silent all the text say f+ck you eddie
d+mn you aggy you a noodle you spaghetti
she wanna drive the boat but i left her at the jetty
i’m on the yatch smoking ports at the port of miami
i’m 5’ 5” on ten toes is why these n+ggas can stand me
i had to get it off the muscle f+ck a hand me down
same ones ran me off trying to run me down
ima running up and down the interstate
than right back up the mountain
filling up my dinner plate with plenty cakes and brownies
i just scored at the store ima corner stone
monopolize the board and build a corner store
never played sports but i always been a baller
iphone ring another b+tch on my caller
idk why these broke n+ggas even bother
my cash flow was short so i had to stack it taller
i’m on my grind diddy bopping doing my thug thizzle
all gas no brakes whole buck sixty
got lil mama on the line like what’s up with it
but my momma told me boy you bet not trust these women
so i gotta watch her keep my eyes on prize
ion even trust my dawgs keep my on the guys
it’s only protocol to keep yo eyes ya nine
if you call my phone private than yo call get declined

- finesse curt lyrics

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