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jim jones - finesse lyrics

[pre-hook: a$ap ferg]
feelin’ good, man i’m feelin’ good
finesse and then i juug
feelin’ good, man i’m feelin’ good
finesse and then i juug
in my hood, walk up in my hood
n-gga i wish you would
feelin’ good, yeah i’m feelin’ good
finesse and then i juug

[hook: a$ap ferg]
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse and then i juug

[verse 1: jim jones]
we got the bricks and the yay
we got that sh-t you don’t weigh
we get them package of loud
i got that sh-t from the bay
i know some crips in l.a
i know some bloods out in harlem
i got my b-tch on the way
she got a b-tch on the way
i got some n-ggas, they put the clips in the k
i got some chicks in the a
you took a trip to miami
you get a drop, you get that sh-t for a day
i get that sh-t cause i want it
i’m in that sh-t gettin’ blunted
i’m in that sh-t doin’ me
let your new b-tch get up on it
i do not care about warrants
i told my lawyer to steam it
any charges that they throw
i told my lawyer to clean it

[verse 2: rich homie quan + a$ap ferg]
i want the bricks and the commas
i want some more and some more
i got them bricks and the commas
i want galore and galore
i am not talkin’ ’bout lira
i fell in love with the mirror
damages, look at my hair
i f-cked your b-tch in the leer
twitter fingers in her rear
make that p-ssy disappear, yeah, yeah
i dropped a 4 in a 20 and fanta
nyc all the way down to atlanta
i rock your b-tch like a gucci bandana
i’m feelin’ myself just like tony montana
i snort the caine, nah, tony montana
i got the mothaf-ckin’ gun
i got the hammer, i’ll put my d-ck in your grandma
don’t ask me why i call you son
i cannot f-ck her, i’m focused on money
focused on 20s and 50s and hundreds
finessin’ the plug, we take off and we’re runnin’
i can have a rich homie, you know that we stuntin’
i want that green so they callin’ me kermit
man that boo got me hot, man i feel like i’m burnin’
i beat that lil’ p-ssy like ike, call me turner
so get that g string like i just pulled a permit
finesse

[hook: a$ap ferg]
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse

[verse 3: desiigner + a$ap ferg + jim jones]
real n-gga, f-ck for real on the reg, n-gga
drive ’em in, rollin’ 6s, durant, n-gga
i fell in love with them k!llers, them n-ggas, they dead n-ggas
feel it, come back on that alley, f-ck with durant, n-gga
me and a$ap, jimmy, jimmy, that’s a head, n-gga
feelin’ cleared up, k!ll a n-gga for some bread, n-gga
n-ggas talkin’, man i’m finna hit ’em with the lead, n-gga
told him, “k!ll him cause we heard him talkin’ to the feds, n-gga”
whole block full of bloods, f-ckin’ with them red n-ggas
get caught when you come up short with the bread n-ggas
we some head hitters
i’m that c0ke dealer
gettin’ more figures
you that broke n-gga
must have called a n-gga g-unit cause we guerrillas
b-tches wanna give me neck cause we gettin’ more skrilla
and more skrilla, and more skrilla
f-ckin’ gold diggers, gettin’ more bigger
yeah we feelin’ good

[hook: a$ap ferg]
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse, finesse
finesse and then i juug

- jim jones lyrics

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