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finesse2tymes - get even (chopnotslop remix) lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, flemdawg)

[verse]
these b+tches’ll put it on they own kids that they love you (for real), homie, don’t believe it (nah)
callin’ and askin’ for money and sh+t (uh+uh) like i had it easy (nah)
if i ever crossed you out and stopped f+ckin’ with you, it was for a reason (a reason)
one thing about me, i never get mad (what you do?), i just get even (i got you)
might f+ck on your best friend (bestie), f+ck on your sister (sister), then you record it (record it)
you lyin’ to me and want me to believe it (really?), you must think i’m maury (maury)
i’m f+ckin’ the city up (i am), i’m f+ckin’ the world up, havin’ an orgy (f+ck ’em, d+mn, flemdawg)
and these n+ggas talkin’ like they want problems (nah), but they really avoiding (on god)
i’m setting the record straight (record straight)
i’m willing to demonstrate any day (any way)
and i gotta say what i’m finna say (what i’m finna say)
i really came up off the interstate (that highway)
i got out of jail with no money (nothing)
i went and found a snow bunny (a white ho)
i came up off the ho money (on god)
i got that hustle and flow money (like djay)
i jumped off the pj with bags (bags)
i loaded ’em into a tahoe (a tahoe)
i pulled off in a lamborghini (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
that sh+t had me feeling like ralo (free ralo)
she want me to play in her p+ssy (uh+uh)
i’m finger f+ckin’ this paper (this paper)
these b+tches’ll talk bad ’bout you, then wanna f+ck you, so i’m f+ckin’ a hater
ayy, ooh, i came up (ooh, i came up)
ooh, i came up, ooh, that man up (that man up)
red bottom, red ‘venchy, n+gga, red flag, i’m flamed up (red flag, i’m flamed up, d+mn, flemdawg)
when i went fed, i came back home and changed my name up (and now what they call you?)
finesse2federal, fed 4 real, i’m f+ckin’ the game up (been f+ckin’ my name up)
my b+tch yellow, drank yellow (yeah)
kush make me think better (uh)
percs make me f+ck better (ooh)
i’m flirtin’ with the bank teller (ayy)
i look like a motherf+ckin’ ki’ (a ki’)
i look like a motherf+ckin’ load (load)
and shawty wanna f+ck with a g (a g)
i’ma beat the p+ssy ’til it’s swole
i’ma eat the p+ssy like i’m drunk (i’m drunk)
nine grams crammed in a blunt (a blunt)
pull up to the show with the pump (with the pump)
f+ck the back, i’m going through the front (front)
get the backend, do the show (show)
find me a freak, then i bounce (i’m out, d+mn, flemdawg)
f+ck the b+tch until she go to sleep (sleep)
wake her up and put the b+tch out, get out (go that way)
[outro]
you know what i’m sayin’? it’s a whole lot of mobs over the world, right?
but i’m talkin’ ’bout mob ties, n+gga
h+town, i’m here
b+tch, i’m here to stay
yeah, yeah

- finesse2tymes lyrics

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