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letra de 2foe - finesse prince

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[intro]
aye, yuh
hol up
aye, aye
aye, yuh
uh huh, f-ck on dat, f-ck on dat bih
yuh, aye
aye, aye, aye

[chorus]
ballin’ on n-ggas i ain’t even kobe
f-ck on dat b-tch and she don’t even know me
when i had nothing, you switched like a phony
now dat them racks up don’t act like we homies

p-ss dat hoe back ‘cause i wanted one badder
run up a check while my pockets got fatter
he a real shoota it don’t even matter
dat n-gga want smoke i pull up he got asthma

[verse]
throw out da backwoods
smokin’ on swishers
f-ck on yo b-tch
d-mn i thought she was thicker
told her come over
don’t take no pictures
ain’t good enough less i’m makin 6 figures

i’m off the gas, stop at the texaco
she call me papi, dat b-tch came from mexico
bust down my wrist, ain’t even flexin’
she ride da d-ck like it’s straight outta texas (yuh)

n-ggas be cappin’ they ain’t even trappin’
way too much drip n-gga get me a napkin
think about paper, you thinking ‘bout captions
i’m makin’ moves you ain’t seen ‘em in practice

ain’t seen a check in a minute
diamonds they sick like a clinic
n-ggas they mimic
way up, i’m making ‘em livid
she got dat wet, wet
i’m divin’ up in it (aye)

hop on the wave you a shark
my diamonds shine in the dark
takeoff like mars
glock wit a beam like a dart
light dat sh-t up like we blowin’ cigars (yuh)

hot n-gga born in the cold (wait)
talk out his neck now he bold (yuh)
homie say she just a hoe (yuh)
you actin’ like i don’t know

[chorus]
ballin’ on n-ggas i ain’t even kobe
f-ck on dat b-tch and she don’t even know me
when i had nothing, you switched like a phony
now dat them racks up don’t act like we homies

p-ss dat hoe back ‘cause i wanted one badder
run up a check while my pockets got fatter
he a real shoota it don’t even matter
dat n-gga want smoke i pull up he got asthma (yuh)

[outro]
aye, aye
lil b-tch, lil b-tch

- finesse prince

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