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yuke - finessed lyrics

[verse 1]
bih hit my phone up, i’ma let it ring (plugg)
i’ma let sh+t ring and that choppa, it’s gon’ sing, yeah
he got hit in mata, now he can’t even think
she tryna come to my block, b+tch, you trippin’
pop out wit’ a beam, now he bleedin’ through white tee (what?)
beat that n+gga ass and they post it on yt
most these n+ggas chat but they really coppin’ pleas
get yo’ bro to slime you out, you ain’t backdoorin’ me
ha, f+ck no, b+tch, you ain’t, yeah (plugg)
f+ck, you ain’t backdoorin’ sh+t, i run off
yeah, i run off wit’ that n+ggas sh+t
my fault had to finesse you, like, b+tch, i needed it
run off wit’ his pack because i’m not tryna cop a zip
second that i see the jakes, you know that i dip
i ain’t duckin’ no n+gga, i cannot get k!lled
he push up on gang, then his blood gettin’ spilt, like, ew
tryna f+ck ’cause she know i’m baby beel
took yo’ b+tch and i finesse, like, how you feel?
you can’t trap, you can’t serve, like, b+tch, you got no sk!lls
got a all black fit, they ain’t catchin’ me on film
no

[verse 2]
bih, sh+t hit my phone up, i’ma let it ring
i’ma let sh+t ring and that choppa, it’s gon’ sing, yeah
he got hit in mata, now he can’t even think
my fault had to finesse you, like, b+tch, i needed it (huh)
i ain’t wanna jugg his sh+t (plugg), but b+tch, i needed it (yeah)
hoe just seen me boss up, i know you heated, b+tch
b+tch just did me wrong, i’ma make ’em feel so sick
when i’m gettin’ rich (yeah, yeah, yeah, like)
know she gone be sick as f+ck when i’m countin’ up
money on bro head, i might go take that bounty, yeah
b+tches on my d+ck because i’m clouted up (yeah, yeah)
j+panese denim, don’t know where i found this from (plugg)
in that courtroom, i won’t say sh+t like a monk
b+tch just said i’m ignorant, now she said i’m blunt
i’m like, “b+tch, what the f+ck? b+tch, pick one”
yeah, like, b+tch, which one?

- yuke lyrics

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