BossMan Dlow - Finesse (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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BossMan Dlow - Finesse (en) Lyrics
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I can make the dope stretch, I
can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Big,
big, big), you better come
correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?),
trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm
a weight loser (Yeah)
I remember breakin' into houses,
okay, where the cameras
at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed
inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet,
I'ma handle that (We get it done)
You ain't keep it P? Okay,
bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes,
I look like a damn booster
Hunnid in a sixty, fuck state troopers
Phone chirpin' in the mornin',
bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin',
bae, we hoopers
Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin',
bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Reup on some, yeah, yeah
Reup on some, shh, hit
the trap, get it done
I can make the dope stretch,
I can teach finesse (Woo)
And I'm 'bout my check (Hey), you
better come correct (GloRilla)
These hoes stay choosin' (On
gang, gang), trap straight
boomin' (On gang, gang)
These bitches ain't no competition,
man these hoes stay losin'
They talkin' gangsta shit, but I'm
the bitch you hoes ain't foolin'
He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger,
man you niggas ain't shooters
You hangin' with the niggas
that bucked you for your
pistol, you a brewster
I can make my throat stretch (Ayy),
I can make a mess (Woo)
Instead ran up a couple hundred thousand,
went thirty days no sex
You know how lame it is to confront
me about a nigga through a text?
You know how fast I'll turn
your favorite nigga into your
favorite ex, ho? (Haha)
Fuck, abracadabra on your ass
Stop blowin' him up, he with
me, lil sis', we laughin'
at your ass (Stupid)
I ain't puttin' that shit on, I can show
them what that shit is (On God)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me
who that bitch is (On gang, gang)
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