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izzie gibbs - flaca lyrics

[intro]
you talking about finess-m-nt
are you dizzy blud?
man run up [?] with a whole lotta gang sh-t (motherf-cker)
what are you smoking, flaca?

[verse 1]
yes i finesse and i cut on my set
while you flex in a vest
randomly go for the head
have your thoughts on your creps
guy fawkes a pagan or fed
don’t force it, it’s meanta mental, no meds
head’s in a mess, dreadful but i’m blessed
special with the pen, since young
’cause he was deadpool with the skeng
mask off, man could’ve had no future for the ends, that’s f-cked
born in ’96 with no luck
nuff l’s but man had love
shout mum, still got sauce and drugs on scales
feds are still in the ends like [?]
sauce got [?], go hunting trunks, no cell
chop down trees in chunks
[?] get punched
bae can’t breathe, i go deep with trunk
pum pum get tumped
now she’s slumped, oh well
back to the block in my 97’s, you’ll get bumped
i’m nuts on a load of stuff
when they arrive in heaven, i’ll [?]
these n-ggas are so jel, you’re behind
i’ll go blind in prison, my mind’s in jail, uh

[pre-hook]
there’s no need to holler
please don’t even bother
at the rate that i’m going, i won’t see tomorrow
all i wanna do is make it through today
no playing safe, by any means i’ll finesse the game

[hook]
finesse, finesse
all we do is finesse
finesse, finesse
all we do is finesse
born into the stress
tryna find my strength
sometimes it’s tense
but i live life on the edge
finesse, finesse
all we do is finesse
finesse, finesse
all we do is finesse
born into the stress
tryna find my strength
sometimes it’s tense
but i live life on the edge

[verse 2]
live life on the edge
feds wanna slip slide on the ends
cous’ said leave your fl1ck-knife in the house
don’t wanna go out on a prison bed
tryna get p’s in big amounts
’cause i really hate having to make it stretch
wanna go from flipping z’s to a million plus in a business account, so i’ve gotta make it count [?]
you might not like me, you can’t say i ain’t the realest
i tell mum i’m gonna get her out of the hood, trust me i mean it
i dug-dug-dug, no sleep and my head’s gone [?], they get bananas
she’s way too appealing then it’s back to her kitchen, [?] have the leaners leaning
can’t believe what i’m feeling, [?] got me dreaming
7up, i put lean in
so much fear, my heart’s bleeding
no surprise he ain’t sleeping
on the grind so i’m eating
on the block in my 97’s, i’m really tryna get p’s in

[outro]
flaca!

- izzie gibbs lyrics

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