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lirik lagu finesse the world – retch

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[verse 1]
where the yola, what’s the hold up?
these n-ggas fold up like baby strollers
i’m hardly sober, just need the wooly
i wet the lucy, it got me bugging
ready to shoot the next thing that’s breathing, n-gga
a f-cking heathen, releasing demons
face tat show what i believe in
finesse the world and everything that’s in it
i’m serving packs out that thing that’s rented
like f-cks a rap check
stupid n-gga, dog i’m still in the trap
bagging the work while i’m burning a back
you know the sh-t n-gga
just copped a four now i’m feeling dandy
i’m popping xannies like it’s f-cking candy
on my blackout sh-t
eat a bar and get belligerent
creeping out of nothing, getting n-gga rich
still slanging drugs up out the tenements
is you buying or what?
ducking out for the guy in the truck
the white man with the vest and the cuffs
just tryna catch me slipping

[hook]
sh-t, i’m just another addict buggin’ out in traffic
p-ssies frontin’ like they want the static
let these n-ggas have it
i keep a spanish n-gga with me down to spark the ratchet
right in front of the let out ain’t n0body even see what happen
i used to run with more n-ggas but this life is tragic
a couple n-ggas died, a couple locked, a couple n-ggas ratted
gettin’ n-ggas for they packs and sellin’ n-ggas cabbage
finesse the whole world, live this sh-t, b-tch i got it tatted

[verse 2]
remember smoking blunts with rico in his f-cking attic
he lived right down the block from the school so we was skipping cl-sses
everyday, ’til them crackers caught ’em with the ratchet
came out brolic, went back in the can, but, free my f-cking man
i’m from the sack, in the 5, it was me and flea
eighteen, hopping out that next year v
and the police was stressing me, i’m like chill doggy
yo i’m just smoking my weed, it’s no krills on me
took ya boy down, wrote me up a summons
i fronted at the courthouse and paid it all in hunnits
i walked out, sweats sagging, ups right out the box
hoody on, now it’s back to the block
i’m usually dolo, just rocking polo
i’m out the ozone, you n-ggas frodo, f-cking rodent
grown man out here sucking mad d-ck
whole time a n-ggas still on that strip, hand in hand with it

[hook]
sh-t, i’m just another addict buggin’ out in traffic
p-ssies frontin’ like they want the static
let these n-ggas have it
i keep a spanish n-gga with me down to spark the ratchet
right in front of the let out ain’t n0body even see what happen
i used to run with more n-ggas but this life is tragic
a couple n-ggas died, a couple locked, a couple n-ggas ratted
gettin’ n-ggas for they packs and sellin’ n-ggas cabbage
finesse the whole world, live this sh-t, b-tch i got it tatted