Lyrics Still Finessin' - nessly, Night Lovell

Still Finessin'

Consistent reason, never days off
I’m feelin' like Cara Delevingne
Cara got addicted to that caramel sauce (whoa)
I cannot let him think that he just won
Now I’m thumbin' through these hunnids like ones
He want some features, in his face, where my funds?
Gave his fiancée a face full of cum
She want my dick when she sees my account
She slipped off her ring, and tell me I’m the one
Bad little bitch look just like Jourdan Dunn
No, the kid isn’t mine, Billie Jean, Draymond’s son (yuh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
I’m still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, *cough*, ooh, *sniffle*)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, still finessin', ooh, brr, ayy)
That Versace on my wrist, I bought saké for my bitch
I’m that nigga on my block, might just get some fucking top
Still finessin', I might take it, take his main bitch, I ain’t stressin'
I ain’t flexin', I ain’t guessin', I got thousands, what a blessin'
Got my gang on the side, yuh (ooh)
I just coast when I ride, yuh
I put fakes in the dump, yuh
I might fly when I jump, yuh (yuh)
I got bags, like I’m Sony, yuh
Give a fuck if I’m lonely, yuh
Don’t talk like you know me, yuh
Suite Life, like I’m Cody, yuh (yuh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
I’m still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, ooh)
Still finessin', yuh (ayy, yuh, ooh)
Still finessin', yeah (ayy)
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah
Still finessin', yeah