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spiffyuno - finessin lyrics

[intro: spiffyuno]
finessin, finessin a blessing, (didda what up n-gga)
finessin, i’m finessing everything, builders n-gga

[verse 1: spiffyuno]
att-tude like i lost something…well maybe i did sh-t
y’all going to make me hit the off b-tton….mom going to have to bury her kids n-gga
man i’m trying to be something…better get out my way
right now people always need something…best get up out my face n-gga
flow wavy like a boat ride all my n-gga’s crazy and they bus like no ride
i don’t know you leave you hanging like a clothes line boy i swear to god this was a dream back in 09
acting brand new like a n-gga fresh out the plastic eating rappers up like i’m hungry and finished fasting
the burner so strong when i shoot it look like i’m dabbing, active south central n-gga i’m a savage
i see why these n-ggas hating on me i’m the best in the city why you debating on me
man i need a whole lot of money i know it’s waiting on me y’all act a whole lot of funny i swear i hate a phony real talk
flame spitta yeah i’m dangerous n-gga
yeah it’s bmg look who i came with n-gga
why you talking to me like aimless n-gga
who shot john and why you nameless n-gga

[hook: spiffyuno]
all of my n-ggas is extra be careful just stay in your section
this is my year of progression i’m using success as a weapon
i’m counting all of my blessings ambitious i work like a mexican
we the best please remember i said it, anything coming my way in finessing

(whoo) finessin, anything coming my way i’m finessin
look anything coming my way i’m finessin (shesh)
anything coming my way i’m finessin
finessin’s a blessing anything coming my way i’m finessin n-gga!

[verse 2: spiffyuno]
i’m different, n-gga i walk like i had a bad day
i don’t smoke no more, but when it come to rappers past me an ashtray
you better breakfast, or i’ll leave you flatter then a pancake pancake (get it)
finessing a blessing…i bent your girl over until to her back ached
i never gave it up i’m who they mad at beat it up and make her bust a move i call it tap dance
girl i got that bomb just call me afghan or baghdad finessing everything i body tracks and get a glad bag
it ain’t nothing y’all can do i ain’t stopping please don’t disturb sign n-ggas can’t knock it
i gotta flow like a ratchet because it be p–ping the homies always throwing up something like they nauseous
finessing all night and all day 24/7 always
they need a favor only time they call me that’s why circle h-lla small they all fake
n-gga didn’t n0body help when i would need it and every time i called they told me it was inconvenient
they blowing up my phone they trying to eat off my achievements jesus can’t trust them they leaches

- spiffyuno lyrics

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