Finesse
MyCynfulWorld
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It's my time and ima get it poppin I live this life Last sucker, I left the nigga had to teach em all about women's rights With my bitches, we get it in My homie sipping that medicine Smokin weed on this private flight Bout to go somewhere we ain't never been It's all about levelin up We gotta go hard, we can't settle for luck And now that my temperatures up They see that I'm hot like a kettle, wussup? This dress that I'm killin is ill These bitches is jealous they feeling the heels Won't stop til I live in the hills with acres of land for my niggas to chill, uh huh Ima keep it real, ima keep it real, I need acres tho I need lots of land with a lotta space with no neighbors hoe I love my life but I swear to God I can't wait to blow New crib when I'm decorating tell the cable man, where that cable go, uh huh I'm smokin weed and I'm sittin back with my favorite show Counting money got me thinkin bout where that paper go I love my life but I swear to god I can't wait to blow New crib when I'm decorating tell the cable man where that cable go My real bitches they love it Fake bitches I'm done with I'm thankin' God cuz I'm blessed You hoes is fuckin for checks This nigga buyin me drinks He say he bussin em checks Think he gettin some pussy Another sucker finessed Finessin these dudes I'm never concerned with impressing theses dudes Always get looks when I dress in these shoes Got em all watching like every move But I don't need em I do it for fun Get ur own paper that's ruler number one Now I'm a take u to rule number two Don't pay for pussy but u brothers do Could have a dumb nigga paying the bills Thinking he fucking I'm saying he will Now he gon try everyday that we chill But he can't score not a player for real (Uh huh) My bitches is ill Bout to go tell em we coppin the crib Hop in the whip no we droppin the wig And all the shit that we poppin is big Ima keep it real, ima keep it real, I need acres tho I need lots of land with a lotta space with no neighbors hoe I love my life but I swear to God I can't wait to blow New crib when I'm decorating tell the cable man, where that cable go, uh huh I'm smokin weed and I'm sittin back with my favorite show Countin money got me thinkin bout where that paper go I love my life but I swear to god I can't wait to blow New crib when I'm decorating tell the cable man where that cable go My real bitches they love it Fake bitches I'm done with I'm thankin' God cuz I'm blessed You hoes is fuckin for checks This nigga buyin me drinks He say he bussin em checks Think he gettin some pussy Another sucker finessed
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Written by: Cynthia MyCynfulWorld, William Herrera Jr
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