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Duwap Kaine

Finesse World

 

Finesse World

(album: 88 Kaine - 2016)


Man, you know what this is, nigga
Friends don't last forever, nigga
I got my brothers on the side of me all the time, nigga
You know how we rocking, nigga
You got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
You got a problem them then you got a problem with me
It's the same thing, you already know how I'm rocking
Nigga, I ain't gon' never fold
I ain't gon' change, man, 'cause I'm still finessing niggas
You know, fuck a friend, I just want my bank account full of racks
That's all I ever wanted, you already know how I'm rocking, man
Shoutout to my nigga Cletus, man, we in this shit, man
Gang

My niggas on full attack
Bank account full of racks
Fuck a friend, I want them bands
Fuck a friend, I need them racks
I need a finesse girl, I need a finesse girl
I'm in my own world, I'm in my own world
She wanna be my spouse, she got cheese like a mouse
And if she acting up, I'ma cut her off, ayy
Ayy, my pockets looking fat just like Rick Ross, ayy
I be buying hella shit, don't know how much it costs

I cannot take a loss, niggas know I'm a boss
Walk in the mall and I floss and my chain just like frost
Pinky ring doing numbers on the diamonds do the dash
I be going fast, nigga, I'ma leave your ass, nigga
Put a silencer on the pistol, ayy, ayy
When I shoot, it sound like a whistle, ayy
My diamonds, they be flashing like some crystals, ayy
Step your swag up, nigga, you ain't got no fashion
Bank account doing numbers, niggas mad I'm cashing
Paparazzi in the way, they got the cameras flashing
And this blunt, I'm ashing, and I'm high as fuck
Nigga run up wrong, please don't try your luck, yeah

My niggas on full attack
Bank account full of racks
Fuck a friend, I want them bands
Fuck a friend, I need them racks
I need a finesse girl, I need a finesse girl
I'm in my own world, I'm in my own world
She wanna be my spouse, she got cheese like a mouse
And if she acting up, I'ma cut her off, ayy
Ayy, my pockets looking fat just like Rick Ross, ayy
I be buying hella shit, don't know how much it costs

done

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