Finesse2Tymes - CEO (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Finesse2Tymes - CEO (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Two of 'em
(XO think he all that)
Didn't nobody root for me, now they
reposting me, bad bitches open
the door for me (Chauffer me)
Talkin' 'bout a couple hundred thousand dollars,
I'm cool, bruh-bruh, that's too low
for me (That's too low, I'm straight)
If you fuck with the opps, stop
approaching me (Don't do that)
Big AO-19 on go for me (On go)
Hundred K on my neck and
it's soaking me (Wet)
CEO, I ain't got no nigga
over me (Over me)
Man, these rap niggas groupies, I'm
cool on 'em (I'm cool on 'em)
If we catch 'em in public, we
move on 'em (We move on 'em)
Money poke out my thigh, leavе a
bruise on 'em (A bruise on 'еm)
Man, them AR-15s got boobs
on 'em (Got— rrt)
Word in the streets, they got money
on me (Got money on me)
But if I want a nigga, I'm
comin', homie (Me)
MAK90 on me, a hundred
on it (A hundred)
And if 12 get on me, I'm punchin'
on it (I'm out of here, skrrt)
I'm shootin' first, it ain't no second
guessing (No second guessing)
Thirty-two shots gone in thirty-two
seconds (Thirty-two seconds)
I'm pullin' up if I feel disrespected
(Disrespected)
You stupid as fuck talkin'
'bout snatchin' my necklace
(Snatchin' my necklace)
Die 'bout my reputation
Man, these niggas keep me in they
conversations (Conversations)
Won't even tell me, "Congratulations"
('Gradulations)
I don't fuck with nobody, I'm masturbating
(I'm masturbating)
They say that got killers,
but so what? (So what?)
It's gon' be me or them, I give
no fucks (Give no fucks)
I'll come to your city and go
to your hood with fifty Vice
Lords and post up (Post up)
Now, this ain't no publicity
stunt (Stunt)
We pull up and unload
sticks out the trunk
I can't fuck with niggas
for nothing (At all)
I don't celebrate Black History
Month (Don't do that)
I'm going straight in, like
fuck a hook (Fuck a hook)
Sweatsuit and some Forces like
fuck a look (Fuck a look)
I'm fed for real, free
Keon (Free Keon)
Shout out CMG, I looked up
to Jook (Up to Jook)
And I don't need no nigga
vouchin' for me
If it's war, then it's war,
I ain't squashin' nothin'
(Squashin' nothin')
My lil' niggas on go, I ain't stoppin'
nothin' (Stoppin' nothin')
Mini Drac' on my hip give me charley
horses (Charley horses)
I was locked up, they threw
shots at me (Shots at me)
Now I'm free and they wanna send
cops at me (They coppin' out)
I'm a Vice Lord with boss status
(I'm a boss status)
Got 'em up on they feet like
a pep rally (A pep rally)
I was fucked up how they felt
'bout me (Felt 'bout me)
Kicked me while I was down, I
kept at it (I kept goin')
Now I cop ice like a meth
addict (A meth addict)
Yeah, I'm hard on niggas like step
daddies (Boy, you my stepson)
Bread winner don
Flip from a zip off of crumbs
I'm in control of the slums
Housing authority, pack up and
movin' so much 'til we don't
even know where we from
Broke as a joke
We shared each other's hoes
We wearin' each other's clothes
Stood over stoves
Stood over toilets, they cut off
the water and kick in the door
Get on the floor
Brought it back out and I ran it
back up and I ordered a load
Christian Dior, I pre-order my clothes
Posted in Florida, I'm still on the go
Finesse said that he need to
get in my face, I put on that
water and got on the road
Blackballed, backstabbed, fell
on my face helpin' niggas,
got kicked in my ass
People I trusted ran off with
money, told my ho fuck
her, and got in my bag
A lot of these artists, fail
to mention they love how I'm
rockin', they copy my swag
Windshieldin' bricks,
redistributin' glass
Trap in the trenches,
I'm sellin' Hermes
H and syringes, we cut on the
blender and hit with the fenty,
I'm still in the trap
Big booty bitch, punchin'
dick in her back
Shit done got lit, I'ma
stay on the gas
Don't do no arguments, goin'
straight in, you get out of
line, I'ma get on your ass
Pump break, car parked, hmm
Yellow tape, chalk marks, hmm
Binary issue, no regular artillery
Hop out with switches on
top of the trigger
How do you cope when you know that
you special, but everyone 'round
you wan' play on your mental?
Shit get depressing, you know you
a vet' and you don't get no credit,
but know you official
Take all the pain and
strain, I remember
Gangster, don't do no complainin',
I'm flexin'
Take all this this away from me, won't
ever change, but I bet I'll still
know how to stand in the kitchen
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