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master p – fenessen lyrics

[hook: moe roy]
i be caressing the b-tch
i be finessing the b-tch
probably got lot take a hit
all these little b-tches want d-ck
all these little b-tches want get rich
all these little b-tches want get rich
see the money then they switch
ain’t got no watch got no time for this sh-t
i be caressing the b-tch
i be finessing the b-tch
probably got lot take a hit
all these little b-tches want d-ck
all these little b-tches want get rich
all these little b-tches want get rich
see the money then they switch
ain’t got no watch got no time for this sh-t

[verse 1: moe roy]
they see the face and now they changing faces
all these haters man they haven’t braced yet
starting to notice all these b-tches basic
i gave you spend now you had to waste it
stephen curry cashing all the faces
can’t have a plastic b-tch it’s too much faking
california need to have the bacon
ain’t for my width, formula had to shake it
fade away had a temper take
real toking man there’s no mistaking
f-ck a woman master p aye
say you know it’s no limit baby
how you want it wanna get it baby
i just gotta get the chicken baby
flipping all these f-cking pictures baby
d-gg-ng b-tches like i’m vicking babes

[verse 2: ace b]
i pull up and hop out the front
the b-tch i got with me is fun
and she brought a b-tch she ain’t brung
they come now right where i’m from
you know i’m going to the money
i’m go and get it incoming
the road is looking like it’s flooded
and actavis double cupping
the backwood’s full of young ones
the p-ssy pretty look at young one
the pistol clip for a bucket
the chopper clip like a bucket
remember the biz in the bucket
now i call what to do with the bucket
i just wanna bag it we f-cking she lucky
i work for my check to the back like a dolphin

[verse 3: master p]
i be recruiting these chickens
y’all be loving these b-tches
straight up cuffing these hoes
we be f-cking these b-tches
shooters on deck n-gg-
no limit boys in them jets n-gg-
got your b-tch at the top we getting rest n-gg-
i’m a boss n-gg- versace on the car n-gg-
lift that birdy sell for thirty sell that b-tch rub n-gg-
roll up the chicken and pop it
chicken and hit me with that “pop!”

[verse 4: j slugg]
slugger slugger love the money
only f-ck with trap b-tches
my b-tch is going out to get it
back page back page!
finesse it flesh and stretch it pulled up codeine red
-ss dumb as f-ck shawty smart as f-ck all i want is some bread
hunnid boy hunnid track run it
trap jump it how you want it
b-tch i’m on it
no opponents b-tch i’m rolling
top hudred on that p-ssy can’t afford it
wrist frozen need to clone it b-tch throw it

[verse 5: lambo]
flew from miami with a brick on me
flew back with a meal on me
n-gg- you know that it’s no limit
keep stacking them bills on me
only f-cking with a bad b-tch
looking like near oh lonely
looking like rihanna
too many b-tches i’ve never loaned it
it’s a trick i give to the homies
i know that b-tch wanna get up on me
giving that b-tch what she want, ah
dribbling the ball like i’m chris paul
lambo get a smarty know it’s on
take a b-tch to the mall and let her ball
in the kitchen flipping whipping the bang finessing with no drolls

- master p lyrics

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