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simply finesse - precision lyrics

(hook)
i do what i do, i do it with precision
i said what i said and they ain’t wanna listen
securing the bag has always been my mission
spent hundreds of thousands on foreigns i’m whipping

foreigns i’m whipping
i tear up the street
burning rubber, concrete
slam the gas with my feet
no, they cannot compete
when they racing with me
gotta pay me a fee
i ain’t rapping for free

[verse 1]
i got bands now
i can hold a couple thousand in my hand now

people saying that they met me in the sandbox
i been balling with the gang like sandlot
only want me for the fame, told her kick rocks
put some vvs diamonds on my wristw+tch

that’s a bright clock
and my note pad hotter than a sunspot
who’s the hottest rapper? you’re not
i mean, who else really got this technical prowess
you try to stand up to me and wind up losing your balance
used to be the weird kid who ain’t have a talent
now my bank account balance
going up by the thousands

that’s a big check
making money everyday cause i don’t rest
i call that girl a fan cause obsessed
flying the sp+ce coupe this ain’t southwest
this the very best

matter fact
i can slam the pedal
hit 60 in 3 seconds
she crazy just for my presence
guess that’s why it’s a present

stack it up like it’s tetris
from the future, not the present
i ain’t chilling with you peasants
if you didn’t get the message

i’m a rockstar
i got red and blue diamonds like a cop car
with the gang in j+pan eating lobster
and we dressed in all black like mobsters
we some monsters
i mean literally and figuratively
i be k!lling the beat, the words that i speak
got em running from me
i’m quick on my feet
and i know that time is money
because talk is too cheap
i got chalk on my feet
i walk with a leash
hating on me
but can’t tame my beast
got guap on my mind
and j’s on my feet

ain’t a challenge
standing on my bands i ain’t ever losing balance
rolls royce phantom right outside of the palace
step up to the table and we drinking from a chalice
i said “bon appétit,” she said, “bae, are we in paris?”

nah it’s paradise
snake eyes in the grass like a pair of dice
you gotta realize
who on the right side, and the wrong side
cause i heard a couple words from the grapevine
new drip on me, got me flier than an airline
takeoff

(hook)
i do what i do i do it with precision
i said what i said and they ain’t wanna listen
securing the bag has always been my mission
spent hundreds of thousands on foreigns i’m whipping

foreigns i’m whipping
i tear up the street
burning rubber concrete
slam the gas with my feet
no, they cannot compete
when they racing with me
gotta pay me a fee
i ain’t rapping for free
i got bands now

- simply finesse lyrics

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