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finesse&vell - on me now lyrics

[intro:finesse]
yeah!, finesse, vell, usual shit
[pre-hook:finesse]
i got them bricks on me now
i gotcha b-tch on me now

[hook:finesse]
i got them bricks on me now
i got ya b-tch on me now
walking with sticks on me now
betchu the clip hanging out
niggas always talking bout, what they really ain’t about
i know you heard word of mouth
im that nigga in this town
i got them bricks on me now
i got ya b-tch on me now
walking with sticks on me now
betchu the clip hanging out
niggas always talking bout, what they really ain’t about
i know you heard word of mouth
im that nigga in this town

[verse 1: vell]
slammer swanging in my ball shorts
ima real shooter i play all sports
295 in a ball porsche
the top is missing on my car ofcourse
you talking brazy, break your jaw ofcourse
call up more money to start a war
my lil niggas love to drawl ofcourse
put you in a box just to follow orders
money mean power with that come respect
ima earn that with this tec
leaving him wet, a few in his chest
hollow tips rip thru his neck
them hollow tips rip thru his vest
might do me a hit in the lex
then pour me a 8 of prometh
i be mixing the pink with the red
i few that still love me, a few i think they want me dead
screaming freetas till the fuckin end
you run up im breakin ya fuckin legs
run up im breaking ya fuckin head
yea, screaming freetas till the fuckin end
you run up im breakin ya fuckin legs
run up im breaking ya fuckin head

[verse 2:finesse]

i been getting money
switching lanes
fuckin niggas b-tches all day

niggas talk about the same thing
i swear these niggas never gon change aye

running in & out
back and fourth again
u know i took the money route

niggas swear this
talking bout that
rapping what they ain’t bout

claim u sold this
say u sold that
really had it in a drought

keep my clip hanging out
still tryna figure it out
nobody’s helpin me out
tell me what life is about
lately i been in a drought
i got one foot in one out
did i take the wrong route

why my brothers had to go
why he had to let it go
niggas hated and i know
tried to imitate my flow
tried to take a nigga swag
got me all up n my bag
gotta get the gotta get the cash x2
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaa

[verse 3: boss madoff]

mgb
shawty wit me so she fuck with the gang
she dont know her body name
she know the rules
she fuss & complain
get on the back on the bus or the train

hit from the back & then i buss on her brains
janet on poetic justice, slammer on me i be thuggin
phantom rolls from a bucket

i can’t stand a hoe that swear she uppity
need a amber rose to keep me company
off the miami coast 2 where its lovely
i pray i dont go out like double d
ran thru them hoes at the double tree
keep my family close like they stuck with me
i stand at the stove wearing double g
scr-pe the sides! scr-pe the sides!

inside the bando its luxury
free all my real ones in custody
under me!
dump for me!
ughh the ones who gon pull up and dump for me!

- finessevell lyrics

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