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Vel Nine - Finesse Hunter lyrics

Artist: Vel Nine

album: Trophy Wife


(Do I like men?)
(Oh, I love men)
(Hah-Ha)
(Sure)
I bless hoes off a gold touch
Rapid movement like a gold rush
Don't step to me if you don't know much
Y'all still tryna grasp my old clutch
Bitches see me and hit the toe touch
These raps is drowsy like zzzquil
Man it's hard for me to keep still
Shorty get bored and take a Beats Pill
They make a hobby tryna beat Vel
If I don't body, I don't eat well
My accolades through the roof
Ya I like to save
Stack financial aid through the booth
Man these women like to pay for my truth
But I give it to Vivian for free
I live it so vividly
Like picture me in Italy
Saying Sicilian dishes, see a million bitches
Karma karma karma chameleon switches
Never switched up crews but my style did
Put my number dialed it
Miles'd it, did more than what a while did
I'm breaking bank off exclusives
Verѕes top elusive
Bitches making a gang of excuses
Verѕus knocking tooth's in
Verѕes my noggin profiting off of 2 cents
Causing problems
Ya verse is not an option nuisance
Yeah, I got it from here, Buzz
Wood-y even share
If he brought us the Ham here cus
If I gotta hear this Toy's Story
Man this boys boring
And it sound like he having a lightyear does
I'm that digital dope
Finesse hunter
Rep the West on her
Pistol grip pump
Connect Wonder
I drop impossible
Probably Godly and unstoppable
Modern day Mona Lisa but audible
Yo- peace to the optimal
I flood the streets
When I stream with my moniker
Seasonal is optional
I increase speed while methodical
Movement
Journey onto the next wave like I'm coolin'
Hurry onto the next stage like a student
My early days left me bitter like an aftertaste
Then I mastered tapes
Rap at faster rates
No need for co-signs
Like I ain't come from cold cuts
Coming into some money
And I ain't come from old bucks
I freak it first class or I ain't flying no fuss
Give it to 'em so straight
My clients about to go nuts
Hey Dirty, baby I got ya money
Ain't nobody talking for me
If they want that Smoke
You could Pop 'em for me
I won't pause to drop and crop the fruit
And let it prove well
Another new Vel
If you ain't with the crew, bail...
(Bitch)

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