| I sip the henny white, listen and write and share knowledge
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| And pour more cause I got a case in the spare closet
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| My talk walks all thru the tape of who sharing product
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| 44s all on they waist, they here wilding
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| Their corridors turned to a range with spare mileage
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| The speakers in the door upgrade, you hear the pockets
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| Alhamdulillah all in my tape, I talk Godish
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| But still talk bitches and Bape and support thotting
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| Contradictions, and grew up with a couple pots to piss in
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| My parents was split so I was drifting
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| You drift to whatever you seen before, I drift over letters like Ouija boards
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| You thinking hasbro I’m thinking the back door, boarded when the fear come
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| And chris and snoop with a nail gun
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| Fear none, hear none worth fear being involved
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| They fear me like I’m Sheila Salaam
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| Seen it all, I mean, thank God for bank cards and crash readers
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| Knick game, all black sneakers
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| Yellow chain, floor seats, cameras on me and Bay Frazier
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| My Jordan 3s might break up a lay up
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| Still flourish like I’m starving, shuttlesworth stardom
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| I’m usually in the garden I ain’t too hard to find
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| And know whenever you carving mine
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| A double entendre’s a two part rewind, bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| Bet I finesse everything
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| (Who's world is this?)
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| Don’t matter I can finesse it
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| 'cause if they can’t answer you that they outta the question
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| And if they can’t hand you it back stop suggesting
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| Either that or they can get back to finding the exit
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| Sitting in the front of the plane
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| Ghostwriting for pick a name and another name, one in the same
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| And my OGs would give us jewelry under their rap sheet
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| And me and my wisdom blow jewelry money in patsys
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| Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troop
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| But it don’t break thru to you until that pay shoot thru
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| 'cause know that if I wasn’t writing it for them you seen em sketch me
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| If I tell it then y’all bet it, I’m Ian Begley
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| Rap shit started at 9 on class walks
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| And now it’s me and another 9 on the blackboard, ask for him
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| He can rhyme his ass off, he can rhyme off his ass
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| And Lex Steele it how he slide in the stash
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| Meanwhile me and A' debating on early Nas
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| And talking 'bout how we first linked like calling cards
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| Back when he called me over off the gold on my Nikes
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| Regretted letting me play, my crossover was nice
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| Chicken wings, fried rice like I’m still 16
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| And I don’t get called for features cause I kill 16s
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| That’s word to my man Joell, this rap shit’s a bunch of «oh wells»
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| Fuck whatever I don’t sell, bet I finesse everything |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finesse Everything , by - Skyzoo. Song from the album Peddler Themes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп