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Finesse2tymes - Finesse Duh P - Sped Up Version lyrics

Artist: Finesse2tymes

album: 90 Days (Sped Up)


Ayy, I was tryna get Junior to come in the motherfuckin' booth
And spit some P, you know what that nigga told me?
That nigga told me he might go fed
(XO think he all that)
Okay, if you don't give a fuck, then I don't give a fuck neither
(I don't give a fuck neither)
Talkin' 'bout leaving me for dead, fuck you, bitch, I don't need you
(Fuck you, bitch, I don't need you)
All the game I invested, all the vacations and spots
I'd rather fuck with somebody who wanna see me on top
(Fuck that)
I told you when I met you how it was and how I get down
(How I get down)
Neglect you on the road, but fuck you good when I be in town
(When I'm in town)
Quit playin' innocent 'cause, bitch, I heard 'bout how you gеt 'round
(I heard)
And tell your nosey, brokе-ass friends I said sit down
(Said sit down)
I don't owe no explanation, dedicated to this hustlin' shit
(I'm faithful)
Kissin', huggin', lovey-dovey, miss me with that sucker shit
(Chill out)
Holdin' hands in the sand, miss me with that cuffin' shit
(Uh, uh)
These bitches can't do nothin' for me but cook, clean, and suck a dick
(That's all)
Celibate before I pay a bitch and I don't babysit (nah)
Break a bitch and build her back up, I know how to make a bitch
I treat all my hoes the same, ain't got no favorite (favorites)
Don't call me Ricky, bitch, you don't know me, call me my alias
Finesse the P
I do the finessing, fuck it look like you finessing me
Put that ho in check she disrespect, don't never question P
Say that shit two times, say that shit two times
Never question P
Say that shit two times, say that shit two times
Revoke the bitch 'cause she ain't pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
Might demote the bitch, until you make a hundred, don't come 'round
(Don't come 'round)
Had to coach her like, "Run me the sack, but don't step out of bounds"
(Don't do that)
You wanna be with me, but bitch, I need you out of town
On the road doin' shows (yeah, yeah), I got 'bows need to be sold
(Sold)
Pourin' fours, blowin' O's ('za), bad bitches doin' my toes (toes)
Grippin' grain (grain), slammin' doors (doors)
Make a bitch put on my clothes (yeah)
Wanna kill me 'bout a bitch (bitch), but nigga, she the one that chose
Ayy, she the one that chose me (hold up), she the one that chose me
(She chose me)
Run off with my money, when I catch you, bitch, you owe me
(You owe me)
Address the bitch
Told me that I make her pussy wet with that aggressive shit
(I'm gangster)
And I might not be perfect, but I'm definite
Excellent (excellent, finesse)

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