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finesse2tymes - finesse duh p (sped up version) lyrics

[intro]
ayy, i was tryna get junior to come in the motherf+ckin’ booth and spit some p, you know what that n+gga told me?
that n+gga told me he might go fed, haha
(xo think he all that)

[verse]
okay, if you don’t give a f+ck, then i don’t give a f+ck neither (i don’t give a f+ck neither)
talkin’ ’bout leaving me for dead, f+ck you, b+tch, i don’t need you (f+ck you, b+tch, i don’t need you)
all the game i invested, all the vacations and spots
i’d rather f+ck with somebody who wanna see me on top (f+ck that)
i told you when i met you how it was and how i get down (how i get down)
neglect you on the road, but f+ck you good when i be in town (when i’m in town)
quit playin’ innocent ’cause, b+tch, i heard ’bout how you get ’round (i heard)
and tell your nosey broke+ass friends i said sit down (said sit down)
i don’t owe no explanation, dedicated to this hustlin’ sh+t (i’m faithful)
kissin’, huggin’, lovey+dovey, miss me with that sucker sh+t (chill out)
holdin’ hands in the sand, miss me with that cuffin’ sh+t (uh+uh)
these b+tches can’t do nothin’ for me but cook, clean, and suck a d+ck (that’s all)
celibate before i pay a b+tch and i don’t babysit (nah)
break a b+tch and build her back up, i know how to make a b+tch
i treat all my hoes the same, ain’t got no favorite (favorites)
don’t call me ricky, b+tch, you don’t know me, call me my alias
finesse the p
i do the finessing (huh?), f+ck it look like you finessing me? (huh?)
put that ho in check she disrespect, don’t never question p
say that sh+t two times, say that sh+t two times
never question p
say that sh+t two times, say that sh+t two times
revoke the b+tch ’cause she ain’t pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down
might demote the b+tch, until you make a hundred, don’t come ’round (don’t come ’round)
had to coach her like, “run me the sack, but don’t step out of bounds” (don’t do that)
you wanna be with me, but b+tch, i need you out of town
on the road doin’ shows (yeah, yeah), i got ‘bows need to be sold (sold)
pourin’ fours, blowin’ o’s (‘za), bad b+tches doin’ my toes (toes)
grippin’ grain (grain), slammin’ doors (doors), make a b+tch put on my clothes (yeah)
wanna k!ll me ’bout a b+tch (b+tch), but n+gga, she the one that chose
ayy, she the one that chose me (hold up), she the one that chose me (yeah, she chose me)
run off with my money, when i catch you, b+tch, you owe me (you owe me)
address the b+tch
told me that i make her p+ssy wet with that aggressive sh+t (i’m gangster)
and i might not be perfect, but i’m definite (what?)
excellent (excellent, finesse)

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