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Finesse (feat. Tay Stixx) Video (MV)




Performed By: Typhoon25
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: Trevor Ng'oma, Tsinde Kabwazi




Typhoon25 - Finesse (feat. Tay Stixx) Lyrics
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Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
Buzzin, shawty know it
When I'm with her ain't no stress
Walk through with big boss moves
With my niggas counting checks
In my eyes I'm the greatest so I tend to worry less
We the one's, the one's yeah that pop shit
We sum goons sum goons on that mob shit
Really humbled at times yeah we talk shit (Yeah)
What I speak is true that's a big fact
You say it's not true, that's big cap
Big cap, and I'll tell it in a sick rap
See I want you
Want you to bring that thing back
This ain't high school
So don't be shy to lick that
Like a lollipop (Yeah)
Way you shaking that ass
And let that thing drop
I know you f*ck with me cause I'm on top (Yeah)
And I'm only f*cking you when I'm on top
Nonstop like I'm Drake watch don't tick tock
Ain't wearing one still got that drip drop
Might put the Cartis on and hit that milly rock
Wanna buy a fast car with the roof off
Been hung up for a minute, cut the noose off
(Yeah, yeah) No stress nigga
When you see me (Yeah)
You know I'm at my best nigga
At my best nigga
Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
Man dont want the smoke shit will choke your throat
Bag pack full of that loud it make my demons sound low
Bet! I can f*ck your ho finessing all your money bro
Tell that girl she stained my top and ama need some other clothes
Big boy tings shows we we binge
F*cking the shower just to wash my sins
I try to swerve her dumb ass she catching feelings think fast
Her hearts racing, her thoughts racing
Her blood rushing you've been last
Oh my, look at the time it's late
Didnt make for sleeping arrangements
But she wanna stay cause her niggah is basic
Oh my look at the time it's late
She told baby I think your amazing
Told her dont cancel your wedding engagement
Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
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Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
Buzzin, shawty know it
When I'm with her ain't no stress
Walk through with big boss moves
With my niggas counting checks
In my eyes I'm the greatest so I tend to worry less
We the one's, the one's yeah that pop shit
We sum goons sum goons on that mob shit
Really humbled at times yeah we talk shit (Yeah)
What I speak is true that's a big fact
You say it's not true, that's big cap
Big cap, and I'll tell it in a sick rap
See I want you
Want you to bring that thing back
This ain't high school
So don't be shy to lick that
Like a lollipop (Yeah)
Way you shaking that ass
And let that thing drop
I know you f*ck with me cause I'm on top (Yeah)
And I'm only f*cking you when I'm on top
Nonstop like I'm Drake watch don't tick tock
Ain't wearing one still got that drip drop
Might put the Cartis on and hit that milly rock
Wanna buy a fast car with the roof off
Been hung up for a minute, cut the noose off
(Yeah, yeah) No stress nigga
When you see me (Yeah)
You know I'm at my best nigga
At my best nigga
Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
Man dont want the smoke shit will choke your throat
Bag pack full of that loud it make my demons sound low
Bet! I can f*ck your ho finessing all your money bro
Tell that girl she stained my top and ama need some other clothes
Big boy tings shows we we binge
F*cking the shower just to wash my sins
I try to swerve her dumb ass she catching feelings think fast
Her hearts racing, her thoughts racing
Her blood rushing you've been last
Oh my, look at the time it's late
Didnt make for sleeping arrangements
But she wanna stay cause her niggah is basic
Oh my look at the time it's late
She told baby I think your amazing
Told her dont cancel your wedding engagement
Got your girl on 4s
Dripping like my clothes
Eyes red from the smoke, red to match her toes
Finesse! All bros are pros
Finesse! R1 and O
That's your bitch on lock
Vibing in on my block
F*ck her then I black black just like her locks
Finesse! dont just shot my shot
Finesse!
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Writer: Trevor Ng'oma, Tsinde Kabwazi
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