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mycynfulworld - finesse lyrics

it’s my time & ima get it poppin
i live this life
last sucker, i left the n-gga had to teach em all about women’s rights
with my b-tches, we get it in
my homie sipping that medicine
smokin weed on this private flight
bout to go somewhere we ain’t never been
it’s all about levelin up
we gotta go hard, we can’t settle for luck
and now that my temperatures up
they see that i’m hot like a kettle, wussup?

this dress that i’m k!llin is ill
these b-tches is jealous they feeling the heels
won’t stop til i live in the hills with acres of land for my n-ggas to chill, uh huh

ima keep it real, ima keep it real, i need acres tho
i need lots of land with a lotta sp-ce with no neighbors hoe
i love my life but i swear to god i can’t wait to blow
new crib when i’m decorating tell the cable man, where that cable go, uh huh

i’m smokin weed and i’m sittin back with my favorite show
counting money got me thinkin bout where that paper go
i love my life but i swear to god i can’t wait to blow
new crib when i’m decorating tell the cable man where that cable go

my real b-tches they love it
fake b-tches i’m done with
i’m thankin’ god cuz i’m blessed
you hoes is f-ckin for checks
this n-gga buyin me drinks
he say he bussin em checks
think he gettin some p-ssy
another sucker finessed

finessin these dudes
i’m never concerned with impressing theses dudes, always get looks when i dress in these shoes
got em all watching like every move

but i don’t need em i do it for fun
get ur own paper that’s ruler number one
now i’m a take u to rule number two
don’t pay for p-ssy but u brothers do
could have a dumb n-gga paying the bills
thinking he f-cking i’m saying he will
now he gon try everyday that we chill
but he can’t score not a player for real
(uh huh)
my b-tches is ill
bout to go tell em we coppin the crib
hop in the whip no we droppin the wig
nd all the sh-t that we poppin is big

i’m smokin weed and i’m sittin back with my favorite show
countin money got me thinkin bout where that paper go
i love my life but i swear to god i can’t wait to blow
new crib when i’m decorating tell the cable man where that cable go

- mycynfulworld lyrics

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