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finesse - no disrespect lyrics

yeah i’m bout my bread, you heard what i said

these n-gg-s be scared, they talk to the feds

fine$$e!

(hook)
pop out the coop like i hop out the bed(yea)
i’m bout my bread(yeah) you heard what i said(yeah)
she on my line she wanna text she wanna text(yeah)
no disrespect i want the neck i want the neck(yeah)
i get the bag i get the bag i got a sac(yeah)
i’m doing the math i’m counting up digits i don’t gotta flex(yeah)
if i move a 3 then i move a 2 then that is a check(yeah)
see i gotta ball i want it all and nothin less(yeah)

send me the addy what’s the info
i want to know it’s h-tting for
i treat ya b-tch like a bimbo
tryna spend the night that’s no
smoking on cigs it’s a menthol
i gotta do it big for the kinfolk
the way i do the sh-t so simple
i know i’m gone pop like a pimple
visits to my dad through the window
thinking to myself that’s a no go
young n-gg- all he do is sell dope
i was tryna flip the paper like a ceo
f-ckin with my plug he a migo
way i’m slidin on this beat like a speed boat
heard you cuffing on the hoe i don’t need those
young finesse but i feel like og tho
wax on wax off wax on sensei to these n-gg-s i don’t fear none
real n-gg- i ain’t nothin like these rap dudes n-gg- try me imma hit sumn
get the work to the twin he gone flip sumn
n-gg- try and take my chips imma dip something
bell got locked for trying to lick something
if u want it i got it come get some

- finesse lyrics

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