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finesse2tymes – nobody (sped up version) كلمات اغاني

[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 (nah)
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 (it’s over)
my ex keep on stalkin’, she lookin’ for closure
b_tch, you are my ex, ho, don’t lose your composure (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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