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spice on the track - finessing lyrics

[chorus: jrun]
finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing
finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing
finessing, finessing, finessing finessing
finessing, finessing, finessing finessing
finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing
finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing finessing
finessing, finessing, finessing finessing
finessing, finessing, finessing finessing

[verse 1: c_mufasa]
uh, flexing, finessing, he stressing, i’m repping, we flipping that check man
pulled out some bands and i threw it, and now she undressing
p-ssed on her face and i told her i’m blessing you know we not messing, uh
fishing for bands, we caught us a big one, i call it a blessing
we them hot boys, we turning their heads and they all see us coming
straight a’s on the rap game, we k!lling y’all boys can say that you flunking
you got it confused: blah blah blah, something something something
we bodying n-gg-s, we counting 100s, we got the floor b-mping
i’m running the city, i’m on top, so call me obama
got hit with a bat, he out on the stretcher, i’m causing that trauma
hop outta the bed, she cracking the eggs, say bye to my mama
i ain’t with the drama, long neck like a llama, check got ‘bout three commas

[verse 2: spice on the track]
i just f-cked yo mama so you should call me fatha
hit you with that llama cuz i ain’t with the drama
i rock balenziaga, got more bread then yo papa
hit you with that chaka khan, make you call a doctor
all my shoes is gucci and y’all be rocking fucci
yo girl wanna do me, she feeling on my louie
i’m feeling on her booty, she throwing me the coochie
b-tch i got the uzi, set this b-tch off like boosie
got that f-cking strap, boy i’m really with this shit, boy
ask me where i’m at, i say smashing on your chick, boy
purping -ss n-gg-s always talking ’bout bricks
i know y’all n-gg-s lying, y’all be b-mmier than a b-tch
in yo own city you don’t even get no love
you wore that shit twice get yo -ss up in the tub
n-gg- all we do is ball, call up johnny for the lob
n-gg- money ain’t a prob, finessing is the job can’t do no nine to five

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