Jim Jones - Finesse lyrics
Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug In my hood, walk up in my hood n***a I wish you would Feelin' good, yeah I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse and then I juug We got them bricks of the yay We got that sh** you don't weigh We get them package of loud I got that sh** from the Bay I know some Crips in L.A I know some Bloods out in Harlem I got my b**h on the way She got a b**h on the way I got some n***as, they put them clips in the K I got some chicks in the A You took a trip to Miami You get a drop, you get that sh** for a day I get that sh** 'cause I want it I'm in that sh** gettin' blunted I'm in that sh** doin' me Let your new b**h get up on it I do not care about warrants I told my lawyer to steam it Any charges that they throw I told my lawyer to clean it I want the bricks and the commas I want some more and some more I got them bricks and the commas I want galore and galore I am not talkin' 'bout Lyra I fell in love with the mirror Damages, look at my hair I f**ed your b**h in the Leer Twitter fingers in her rear Make that p**y disappear, yeah, yeah I dropped a 4 in a 20 and Fanta NYC all the way down to Atlanta I rock your b**h like a Gucci bandana I'm feelin' myself just like Tony Montana I snort the caine, nah, Tony Montana I got the mothaf**in' gun I got the hammer, I'll put my dick in your grandma Don't ask me why I call you son I cannot f** her, I'm focused on money Focused on 20s and 50s and hundreds Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're runnin' I can have a rich homie, you know that we stuntin' I want that green so they callin' me Kermit Man that boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin' I beat that lil' p**y like Ike, call me Turner So get that G string like I just pulled a permit Finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse Real n***a, f** for real on the reg, n***a Drive 'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant, n***a I fell in love with them k**ers, them n***as, they dead n***as Feel it, come back on that alley, f** with Durant, n***a Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, that's a head, n***a Feelin' cleared up, k**in' n***a for some bread, n***a n***as talkin', man I'm finna hit 'em with the lead, n***a Told him, "k** him 'cause we heard him talkin' to the Feds, n***a" Whole block full of Bloods, f**in' with them red n***as Get caught when you come up short with the bread n***as We some head hitters I'm that coke dealer Gettin' more figures You that broke n***a Must have called a n***a G-Unit 'cause we guerrillas b**hes wanna give me neck 'cause we gettin' more skrilla And more skrilla, and more skrilla f**in' gold diggers, gettin' more bigger Yeah we all winners Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug In my hood, walk up in my hood n***a I wish you would Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good Finesse and then I juug Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse, finesse Finesse and then I juug