| Yeah, man, come get it, man, whatever you want, man
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| You know, you want the product, aye, you can come and get it, man, it’s nothing
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| Nah, I don’t know nothing about no snorting dope
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| Uh huh, come ride with you? |
| Uh huh, come this way, man
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| Aye, send me that
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| Straight to the face with the pressure, need me a plate with the extras
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| Keep .38 on the dresser, don’t let these niggas finesse you
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| Boy, you ain’t saving no weapon, broke nigga hate when you flexin'
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| No matter what state you be reppin', niggas be out here finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Snubnose by the dresser, teach him a lesson
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin'
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| Minimal checks to cash, so keep your necklace stashed or TEC’s will blast,
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| you better find an exit fast
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| Niggas finesse the connect for gas, where everybody got a checkered past and
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| bad habits are hard to break
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| Plexiglass, tied up in a noose, in God we shake, niggas lookin' for a car to
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| take
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| If you get caught slippin', your mom’s heart ache
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| School of hard knocks, you started late
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| I was in the bed with a notepad, had to learn from my son, nigga, know that
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| Tryna get me for my startercoat, all you’re gettin' is a toe tag with yo broke
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| ass
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| I ain’t no killa but don’t push me, mama didn’t raise a pussy
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| I’m an Eastside nigga, I’ll take yo cookies
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| Still runnin' with the same clique, still runnin' with the same hood
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| For you niggas out here on some lame shit, six shots but my aim good
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| All my lil' niggas buy guns, live fast and they die young
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| Had they mama asking why he ain’t comin', we’re reporting live from
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| From the land of grams and xans and percs, where niggas never land in church
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| Rather scam than work
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| Cannons burst, and those with plans to lurk and take me bands, don’t make the
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| man disperse
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| Hoes all in your pants and shirt, your face be on evening news when I channel
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| search
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| Should’ve played the cards that you were dealt but made up your mind on what my
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| hand is worth
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| Straight to the face with the pressure, need me a plate with the extras
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| Keep .38 on the dresser, don’t let these niggas finesse you
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| Boy, you ain’t saving no weapon, broke nigga hate when you flexin'
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| No matter what state you be reppin', niggas be out here finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Snubnose by the dresser, teach him a lesson
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin'
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| A young nigga mind be brittle, liable to shatter if it crack a little
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| Attacking the shit the way it stack with riddles, niggas know that I ain’t with
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| the middle man
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| And I know Micky Mantle dabbled in the field, I was stealin' bases,
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| servin' poker faces
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| Not a dime on me, representing aces, same way that all of these new niggas get
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| to claim creative
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| All I see is tracing and over-saturation, I be needing patience
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| I be thinking lofty, I be needing basics, I be needing coffee
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| Like the fuse box, I been in the basement, nigga work the grave shift 'til the
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| grave shift
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| Please somebody tell me what’s complacent, I don’t see no parallels or adjacents
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| I’m on my square, I’m with the circle of Haitians, all of my emotions are
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| directional
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| I only find the piece occasional, I only use the piece occasional
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| Only share that on a need to know, the concept really kind of basic though
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| I’m on that water-heavy, you can taste it though, I’m at my waist with it
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| 'Bout to break a fucking wrist with it, I don’t play with it
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| Broom sticks, we don’t play Quidditch
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| They did it, nigga never had to be fake with it
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| Don’t Drake with it, couldn’t sing 'bout it
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| Like a bee I sting bout' it, we’ll die by it
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| Motherfucker, we’ll die trying
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| Straight to the face with the pressure, need me a plate with the extras
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| Keep .38 on the dresser, don’t let these niggas finesse you
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| Boy, you ain’t saving no weapon, broke nigga hate when you flexin'
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| No matter what state you be reppin', niggas be out here finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Snubnose by the dresser, teach him a lesson
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Ain’t nobody out here stressin', look at these blessings
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| Finessin', finessin'
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| Finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin', finessin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finessin', artist - Grip. Album song Snubnose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп