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finesse2tymes - nobody كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(xo think he all that)

[post_chorus: finesse2tymes]
i ain’t never told 12 nothin’ but, “show me cell and give me my phone call” (give me my phone call)
i ain’t never lovеy_dovey with her, walk straight in the spot and makе take her thongs off
i ain’t never (never), never (ever), never going back broke (never ever)
if i don’t know nothin’ and all else fails, i’ma go break on a ho
[verse 1: finesse2tymes]
that lil’ n_gga ain’t n0body (n0body)
vvs cartier, got me four, audi (four, audi)
got my respect out the streets, i ain’t never had a n_gga go and cosign me (nah)
i’m just pullin’ these lil’ n_ggas’ coattails (coattails)
i had two or three hoes at the motel (motel)
yeah, i’m street as it get and i’m rich as b_tch and i’m still eatin’ chicken and ro_tel
got on all of my jewelry in public, if it’s meant to happen, then f_ck it, ain’t doing no duckin’
pimpin’ like i’m david ruffin, suck me like a suction, ride me like a motherf_ckin’ huffy (f_ckin’ huffy)
reach for my chain and i’m stoppin’ the show with this glock 24, but i ain’t gotta say that
yeah, you already know i don’t play that (play that)
this sh_t is payback
they knew i was coming, they hate that (hate that)

[chorus: finesse2tymes]
ain’t no n_gga (no n_gga), no n_gga (n0body) never treat me like a sucker (never that)
and if them n_ggas mad ’cause i ain’t f_ckin’ with ’em, tell them n_ggas i say f_ck ’em (f_ck all y’all)
ain’t no b_tch (no ho), no b_tch (nan’ b_tch) never said i was soft on ’em (never ever)
i’m a player, eatin’ shrimp and potato and feedin’ these thot b_tches mcdonalds (let me get that)
ain’t no n_gga (no n_gga), no n_gga (n0body) never treat me like a sucker (never that)
and if them n_ggas mad ’cause i ain’t f_ckin’ with ’em, tell them n_ggas i say f_ck ’em (f_ck all y’all)
ain’t no b_tch (no ho), no b_tch (nan’ b_tch) never said i was soft on ’em (never ever)
i’m a player, eatin’ shrimp and potato and feedin’ these thot b_tches mcdonalds (let me get that)

[verse 2: finesse2tymes & gucci mane]
f_ckin’ this hot yellow b_tch from the back, look like renni, i pull up on rucci (yeah)
pourin’ up thicker than mucus, we droppin’ wockeisha in strawberry smoothies (yeah)
i’m super c_cky, i’m stiff on a ho
where were you? i was jailin’ with bl!cks in my coat (bl!cks in my coat)
she postin’ comments on all of my posts
gotta pull up on me, eat my d_ck at the door (at the door)
foa, gotta f_ck on arrival
in any state, they know i got that fire
too many dracs, give a f_ck ’bout my priors
gon’ demonstrate, i put that on rakiyah
i’m back and i’m better, they thought i was beckham, somebody better tell ’em don’t play with me, period (play with me, period)
he want a verse for the cheap, i ain’t hearin’ it (i ain’t hearin’ it)
i ain’t just talkin’, i seen and experienced it (i seen it)
fifty on t__th, hundred fifty a week, thirty_eight for a p, twenty_six for the percs (percs)
treat this rap sh_t like the fifth and the first (first)
all this money keep comin’, a gift and a curse (curse)
holdin’ they nuts, they ain’t wanna support me
these rap b_tches won’t eat the d_ck for a quarter (quarter)
i’m sh_ttin’ on the game with my d_ck in the toilet (in the toilet)
if you ain’t talkin’ money, you soundin’ distorted (can’t hear you, go)
[verse 3: gucci mane]
i started off local, so you never heard him
tried to blackball me, i jumped every hurdle (d_mn)
first week in prison, i witnessed a murder (what?)
compound on lockdown, move slow as a turtle (wow)
keep all the roadies and free all the soldiers (free ’em)
the streets is the industry, the industry’s over
my ex keep on stalkin’, she lookin’ for closure
b_tch, you are my ex, ho, don’t lose your composure
the future’s a mystery, your past is your history, the only real gift is the present (huh?)
and i can’t never go broke, n_ggas go broke and that sh_t is depressing (well, d_mn)
gucci one deep in a three seater
polite when i greet, but i don’t need people
fishtailin’ in a speedtail
screamin’, “f_ck 12,” ’cause it’s a v12
she told her n_gga a thousand lies
tracker on her car, he a private eye (wow)
stalkin’ her page like a thousand spies
this n_gga should work for the fbi (d_mn)
i just made a cool m in dubai
i’m gucci george jetson, i live in the sky (it’s gucci)
don’t put your hands on me ‘less you wanna die
don’t speak on my name unless you wanna die (wop)

[outro: gucci mane]
burr

- finesse2tymes

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