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Lowkey Laurice - Finesse Lyrics



Lowkey Laurice - Finesse Lyrics




I don't know what the kids doing these days
Staying woke whatever bitch I'm tryna get paid
I could never change guess I'm stuck in my ways
Just do not get it twisted this was never just a phase
Velour'd down looky now coo some new Js
Gold chain gold rang icy with it babe
Gucci frame pulling dames with the fresh waves
And judging from my mama bitch I prolly won't age
Hold on to yo britches bitches imma bout to kill em
Rather play the martyr I ain't never played the victim
Gotta go a little harder if you really wanna barter
Get every top dollar all of mine or I'm trippin
Kickin back cognac I'm sippin
I'm too smooth but I don't be slippin
I ont talk about shit that ain't none of my business
But if you effect business then my hand all in it
Nigga listen I've removed all of my feelings
I ain't unhappy Id just rather be a realest
See the beauty in life ain't always that nice
But you can have joy with the right algorithm
Go get em straight skilling, straight illing
Bust a move, bust a grove, keep winning
Butter smooth, never lose, it's how I do
April 1st, 92 I act a fool
If the life that I live is conflicting to you
Don't pay me no mind I ain't thinking of you
I was raised at a time where we hard learned the truth
But we numb to the shit, we don't know what to do
But when doomsday come I got the weed n got the booze
And we gone get it popping like a sniper on the roof
Nigga life to short and I cannot cruise
Either wit it or you ain't it ain't no time for you to choose
It's only time for you to move
A morning stretch to keep you lose
You talking effort I need proof
Or otherwise it's just a hoot
Everybody want the loot
Everybody want riches
But when it's time to work everybody turn to bitches
But I rip it, I spit it, cause I meant
You a mimic of authentic you all gimick
All menace and no civics but f*ck critics
Imma live it and make you livid it and make you feel it
No limits, no ceilings, tryna blow up like a chemists
Car rented cause my credit got a couple dings in it
Money flipping tryna make the whole situation different
Then I'm dipping cause ya homegirl always on a mission

I get it
I get it out the mud
I get it
So if you with it I got love
I get it
I get it out the mud
I get it
So if you wit it show some love
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Finesse
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I don't know what the kids doing these days
Staying woke whatever bitch I'm tryna get paid
I could never change guess I'm stuck in my ways
Just do not get it twisted this was never just a phase
Velour'd down looky now coo some new Js
Gold chain gold rang icy with it babe
Gucci frame pulling dames with the fresh waves
And judging from my mama bitch I prolly won't age
Hold on to yo britches bitches imma bout to kill em
Rather play the martyr I ain't never played the victim
Gotta go a little harder if you really wanna barter
Get every top dollar all of mine or I'm trippin
Kickin back cognac I'm sippin
I'm too smooth but I don't be slippin
I ont talk about shit that ain't none of my business
But if you effect business then my hand all in it
Nigga listen I've removed all of my feelings
I ain't unhappy Id just rather be a realest
See the beauty in life ain't always that nice
But you can have joy with the right algorithm
Go get em straight skilling, straight illing
Bust a move, bust a grove, keep winning
Butter smooth, never lose, it's how I do
April 1st, 92 I act a fool
If the life that I live is conflicting to you
Don't pay me no mind I ain't thinking of you
I was raised at a time where we hard learned the truth
But we numb to the shit, we don't know what to do
But when doomsday come I got the weed n got the booze
And we gone get it popping like a sniper on the roof
Nigga life to short and I cannot cruise
Either wit it or you ain't it ain't no time for you to choose
It's only time for you to move
A morning stretch to keep you lose
You talking effort I need proof
Or otherwise it's just a hoot
Everybody want the loot
Everybody want riches
But when it's time to work everybody turn to bitches
But I rip it, I spit it, cause I meant
You a mimic of authentic you all gimick
All menace and no civics but f*ck critics
Imma live it and make you livid it and make you feel it
No limits, no ceilings, tryna blow up like a chemists
Car rented cause my credit got a couple dings in it
Money flipping tryna make the whole situation different
Then I'm dipping cause ya homegirl always on a mission

I get it
I get it out the mud
I get it
So if you with it I got love
I get it
I get it out the mud
I get it
So if you wit it show some love
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Finesse
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Writer: Laurice Howard
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Performed By: Lowkey Laurice
Length: 2:39
Written by: Laurice Howard

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