Bossman Dlow - Finesse (Remix) Lyrics

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Finesse (Remix) Lyrics Bossman Dlow

[BossMan DLow:]

Nigga, yeah, nigga

Big Za

(Gentle Beatz)

Nigga, nigga

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)

These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)

These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack

Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that (We get it done)

You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that

All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster

Hunnid in a sixty, fuck state troopers

Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters

Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers

Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)

We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (Yeah)

Reup on some— yeah, yeah

Reup on some— shh, hit the trap, get it done

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)

These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Woo)

And I'm 'bout my check (Hey), you better come correct (GloRilla)

These hoes stay choosin' (On gang, gang), trap straight boomin' (On gang, gang)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

[GloRilla:]

These bitches ain't no competition, man these hoes stay losin'

They talkin' gangsta shit, but I'm the bitch you hoes ain't foolin'

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, man you niggas ain't shooters

You hangin' with the niggas that bucked you for your pistol, you a brewster

I can make my throat stretch (Ayy), I can make a mess (Woo)

Each day ran up a couple hundred thousand, went thirty days no sex

You know how lame it is to confront me about a nigga through a text?

You know how fast I'll turn your favorite nigga into your favorite ex, ho? (Haha)

Fuck, abracadabra on your ass

Stop blowin' him up, he with me, lil sis', we laughin' at your ass (Stupid)

I ain't puttin' that shit on, I can show them what that shit is (On god)

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me who that bitch is (On gang, gang)

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)

These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)

These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)

I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

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