Mr. Finesse Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Why you acting like that
Give some space
Now he coming right back
Like wait here we go again
Baby when I see you imma
You ever meet a nigga
Used to big shit but he do it bigger
Fresh white Air Force crispy in the winter
Letter to a baller I think I found my mister
Front and center
Defeat every bitch
Now he fucking with a winner
Big indie bitch in the back of the sprinter
Hit a lick and open up
Got a bad bitch for dinner
In the M speed
Down for whatever
He don't got to ask me
Bread get long every time that he jack me
Handle my curves like we wildin on the Jackie
I'm around real subtle
Put his weight on my back if he ever struggle
Do what I can to keep my nigga out of trouble
Blow a bag on me
I give it back in double
Get a bag together bitches be runners
We back out good fits in the summer
G63 bitch thought it was a hummer
Fuck another bitch only get a nut from her
Solid nigga since I met ya
Had a few niggas but ain't nobody better
Fuck his old bitch but who gone tell her
I'm on that nigga for life I can't let up
Get up with him if he slidin imma go
He fuck with the nina the glockie imma tote
Real bitches hold it down real niggas know
Put it pain behind my nigga
I ain't scared to let it show
And ain't shit gone change
Boss bitch rich nigga take up all lanes
Call him Mr. Finesse he almost came
Fuck him so good this nigga jackin my name
Why you acting like that
Give some space now he coming right back
Like wait here we go again
Baby when I see you imma
Shit go left I already got a plan
Rather vibe with me than kick it with your mans
Never count him out
Cause he my right hand
Only rubber that we use
Is just to hold them bands
Seven days a week imma find him
When I see him I'm wildin
Boss bitch bring the whole table
Want to dine in
He a cool nigga but for me
That nigga is sliding
Why you acting like that
Give some space
Now he coming right back
Like wait here we go again
Baby when I see you imma
Why you acting like that
Give some space
Now he coming right back
Like wait here we go again
Baby when I see you imma
Like I aint trying to hurt you
Lay yo ass down get it poppin imma work you
Got me slumped like I got curfew
Fuck with my heart
Imma violate you word to
Realest bitch and I'm his homie
Pull up to the crib
Imma ride him like a stoley
Buss him down then he upgrade my rollie
Skated on niggas but that's the old me
Love my vibe I'm different
Shit go down na I ain't switching
Shit pop off now we both spinnin
Hit up Saks now we both shittin
Send him pics cause my shit sittin
Been a real one from the beginning
They ain't get the him I'm getting
Know what time it is I ain't never trippin
You ever meet a nigga
Used to big shit but he do it bigger
Fresh white Air Force crispy in the winter
Letter to a baller I think I found my mister
Why you acting like that
Give some space
Now he coming right back
Like wait here we go again
Baby when I see you imma
