- Jesse Owen$ (feat. OTM Frenchyy) 歌詞 YNW Melly
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- Yeah, finesse
Jesse Owens on the, on the track, track, track
Skrrt, pull up in a Vette
Me and Stupid Dope the life of the party
Skrrt, pull up in a Vette
I aint worried bout these hoes, Im tryna get the gwalla
Im just runnin to the money like Im Zoey Dollaz
That aint molly in your swisher, boy you smoking flocka
Put that forty to your eye and Ima Fetty Wap you
Got to bustin after school, they thought I had a chopper
Had the police looking for me with that helicopter
I be fresh, I be rocking Gucci, Louis, Prada
Im from Gifford, yeah I grew up with them ****ing robbers
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Jesse Owens, I be running up the check, the check
I know you want me baby girl dont try to flex, try to flex
Just keep it real, you like the way that I finesse
Finessin, finessin
Everywhere I go I keep the Smith and Wesson
Finessin, finessin
Road running to the money, Im progressing
Ooh, finesse
My ex bitch hate me, say she wish we never met
**** a Jag, skrrt, pull up in a jet
And I got gold all on my neck, thats why I flex
I was road runnin, tryna get that cash in every way
JGreen told me it was time to eat, I went to grab a plate
If you owe me, aint no buckin, pussy boy you better pay
You moving slow, I like my money fast, lil nigga ándale
Why you acting like a stranger, girl I thought you were my bae
I aint asking for too much, lil bougie keep that shit one K
I be flexing and finessing, I be gleeming in your face
You wont really light that shit right there
cause that shit there aint weight, hold up
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin up a check, up a check
I know you want me girl but put that shit to rest
Aint tryna talk to you if it aint bout a check
Eight hundred K, Im almost at a mil
They still aint call me, tryna sign me for a deal
That shit you rap bout, we be doing that shit for real
You rap about the streets but we hot shit for real
Im a road runner, baby you can call me Eminem
Thats your boo thing, she be sucking on me like a mint
**** a rope chain, hit the jeweler, copped a cuban link
Bitch Im with the 90s baby, sauce dripping like a sink
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open, let me see that pretty thing
She a freak, I like how she bend it over, touch her feet
Bring it back, bust it open, let me see that pretty thing
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
She call me Robin cause Im flyer than a jet, than a jet
Ooh, finesse, finesse
Baking soda got me runnin up a check, up a check
I got gold all on my wrist and on my neck, all up on my neck
She call me Robin cause Im flyer than a jet, than a jet
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