paroles de chanson Finesse Everything - Skyzoo
I
sip
the
henny
white,
listen
and
write
and
share
knowledge
And
pour
more
cause
I
got
a
case
in
the
spare
closet
My
talk
walks
all
thru
the
tape
of
who
sharing
product
44s
all
on
they
waist,
they
here
wilding
Their
corridors
turned
to
a
range
with
spare
mileage
The
speakers
in
the
door
upgrade,
you
hear
the
pockets
Alhamdulillah
all
in
my
tape,
I
talk
Godish
But
still
talk
bitches
and
Bape
and
support
thotting
Contradictions,
and
grew
up
with
a
couple
pots
to
piss
in
My
parents
was
split
so
I
was
drifting
You
drift
to
whatever
you
seen
before,
I
drift
over
letters
like
Ouija
boards
You
thinking
hasbro
I'm
thinking
the
Back
door,
boarded
when
the
fear
come
And
chris
and
snoop
with
a
nail
gun
Fear
none,
hear
none
worth
fear
being
involved
They
fear
me
like
I'm
Sheila
Salaam
Seen
it
all,
I
mean,
thank
God
for
bank
cards
and
crash
readers
Knick
game,
all
black
sneakers
Yellow
chain,
floor
seats,
cameras
on
me
and
Bay
Frazier
My
Jordan
3s
might
break
up
a
lay
up
Still
flourish
like
I'm
starving,
shuttlesworth
stardom
I'm
usually
in
the
garden
I
ain't
too
hard
to
find
And
know
whenever
you
carving
mine
A
double
entendre's
a
two
part
rewind,
bet
I
finesse
everything
–Chorus–
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I
finesse
everything
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I
finesse
everything
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finesse
everything
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finesse
everything
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finesse
everything
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finesse
everything
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I
finesse
everything
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I
finesse
everything
–Verse
2–
(Who's
world
is
this?)
Don't
matter
I
can
finesse
it
'Cause
if
they
can't
answer
you
that
they
outta
the
question
And
if
they
can't
hand
you
it
back
stop
suggesting
Either
that
or
they
can
get
back
to
finding
the
exit
Sitting
in
the
front
of
the
plane
Ghostwriting
for
pick
a
name
and
another
name,
one
in
the
same
And
my
OGs
would
give
us
jewelry
under
their
rap
sheet
And
me
and
my
wisdom
blow
jewelry
money
in
patsys
Wisdom
be
leaking
out
my
grapefruit
troop
But
it
don't
break
thru
to
you
until
that
pay
shoot
thru
'Cause
know
that
if
I
wasn't
writing
it
for
them
you
seen
em
sketch
me
If
I
tell
it
then
y'all
bet
it,
I'm
Ian
Begley
Rap
shit
started
at
9 on
class
walks
And
now
it's
me
and
another
9 on
the
blackboard,
ask
for
him
He
can
rhyme
his
ass
off,
he
can
rhyme
off
his
ass
And
Lex
Steele
it
how
he
slide
in
the
stash
Meanwhile
me
and
A'
debating
on
early
Nas
And
talking
'bout
how
we
first
linked
like
calling
cards
Back
when
he
called
me
over
off
the
gold
on
my
Nikes
Regretted
letting
me
play,
my
crossover
was
nice
Chicken
wings,
fried
rice
like
I'm
still
16
And
I
don't
get
called
for
features
cause
I
kill
16s
That's
word
to
my
man
Joell,
this
rap
shit's
a
bunch
of
"oh
wells"
Fuck
whatever
I
don't
sell,
bet
I
finesse
everything
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