Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flaca, artist - Izzie Gibbs. Album song 96LS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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! |