Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flaca , by - Izzie Gibbs. Song from the album 96LS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dice
Song language: English
Flaca |
| You talking about finessement |
| Are you dizzy blud? |
| Man run up with a whole lotta gang shit (Motherfucker) |
| What are you smoking, Flaca? |
| Yes I finesse and I cut on my set |
| While you flex in a vest |
| Randomly go for the head |
| Have your thoughts on your creps |
| Guy Fawkes a pagan or fed |
| Don’t force it, it’s meanta mental, no meds |
| Head’s in a mess, dreadful but I’m blessed |
| Special with the pen, since young |
| 'Cause he was Deadpool with the skeng |
| Mask off, man could’ve had no future for the ends, that’s fucked |
| Born in '96 with no luck |
| Nuff L’s but man had love |
| Shout mum, still got sauce and drugs on scales |
| Feds are still in the ends like |
| Sauce got, go hunting trunks, no cell |
| Chop down trees in chunks |
| get punched |
| Bae can’t breathe, I go deep with trunk |
| Pum pum get tumped |
| Now she’s slumped, oh well |
| Back to the block in my 97's, you’ll get bumped |
| I’m nuts on a load of stuff |
| When they arrive in heaven, I’ll |
| These niggas are so jel, you’re behind |
| I’ll go blind in prison, my mind’s in jail, uh |
| There’s no need to holler |
| Please don’t even bother |
| At the rate that I’m going, I won’t see tomorrow |
| All I wanna do is make it through today |
| No playing safe, by any means I’ll finesse the game |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Born into the stress |
| Tryna find my strength |
| Sometimes it’s tense |
| But I live life on the edge |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Born into the stress |
| Tryna find my strength |
| Sometimes it’s tense |
| But I live life on the edge |
| Live life on the edge |
| Feds wanna slip slide on the ends |
| Cous' said leave your flick-knife in the house |
| Don’t wanna go out on a prison bed |
| Tryna get P’s in big amounts |
| 'Cause I really hate having to make it stretch |
| Wanna go from flipping Z’s to a million plus in a business account, |
| so I’ve gotta make it count |
| You might not like me, you can’t say I ain’t the realest |
| I tell mum I’m gonna get her out of the hood, trust me I mean it |
| I dug-dug-dug, no sleep and my head’s gone, they get bananas |
| She’s way too appealing then it’s back to her kitchen, have the leaners leaning |
| Can’t believe what I’m feeling, got me dreaming |
| 7Up, I put lean in |
| So much fear, my heart’s bleeding |
| No surprise he ain’t sleeping |
| On the grind so I’m eating |
| On the block in my 97's, I’m really tryna get P’s in |
| There’s no need to holler |
| Please don’t even bother |
| At the rate that I’m going, I won’t see tomorrow |
| All I wanna do is make it through today |
| No playing safe, by any means I’ll finesse the game |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Born into the stress |
| Tryna find my strength |
| Sometimes it’s tense |
| But I live life on the edge |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Finesse, finesse |
| All we do is finesse |
| Born into the stress |
| Tryna find my strength |
| Sometimes it’s tense |
| But I live life on the edge |
| Flaca! |