Zenön - MY FAVORITE FINESSER Lyrics

Hey, yuh, hey
Running this bitch back OK nigga
Running this bitch back hey
Running this bitch back like a running back
I go get to it nigga ratatattat
Nigga rata-f*ckin-touie
Nigga I get to it nigga
Hold on you don't do it how I do hey

Look
My favorite finesser the jig is up I cannot let ya keep messing me up now I get ya
Had it so dressed up I missed ya
Had me so messed up you thinking that I needed ya
But you gone keep me down as long as I let ya
Like why I been down since you came around
I knew you was a clown I ain't joining yo circus so gone get from round
You the typa nigga always got a f*cking frown
I'm the typa nigga that need to be crowned
You was my dog, aye you was my hound
Then you sold me out for some pounds
Now you finna catch these rounds
I'm loading this clip and it wont make no sound
I'm straight off the rip yea you know how I get down
I ain't taking no risk ima make sure you down
But how can I blame ya I see who ya are now
Don't even address me unless you gone bow down
I'm doin me so I'm up now
Can't do you so you stay down
I'm in the stang now
I'm doing my thang now
I'm a stand up guy so I stand out
I rock the crowd so its packed out
I knock her out like Pacquiao
I'm so fresh it'l make you say ow
I got that shit that bling blow
This ain't no playoffs I'm here for the rings now
To all of you hobbits and smeguls hear me out
I got that eagle vision wow
Ill scope you out
Ill take you out of that hole that you hiding in
This ain't no regular degular vibe I'm in
I keep it extra cuz I am so vibrant
And she like it rough, so yeah I get violent
You looking rough, like you need some vitamins
Please do not touch, unless you gone buy this shit
I am so clutch, and you know what time it is
So that is whats up, I'm glad I see who you is
When I blow up, aye don't even hit up Zen
When I show up, they know what mode I'm in
You took a bite, and couldn't even chew the shit
I'm getting right, and don't need no Judas's
You getting left, and I did not choose this shit
I just be cruising
You just be fake bruising
You full of envy and I cannot do it
You know what I'm doing
I'm staying in control
I'm turning this zenon I'm selling like dope
I know who ya are and I gotta let ya go

My favorite finesser
My favorite finesser the jig is up I cannot let ya keep messing me up now I get ya
Had it so dressed up I missed ya
Had me so messed up thinking that I needed ya
But you gone keep me down as long as I let ya
Like why I been down since you came around
I knew you was a clown I ain't joining yo circus so gone get from round
You the typa nigga always got a f*cking frown
I'm the typa nigga that need to be crowned
You was my dog, you was my hound
Then you sold me out for some pounds
So now you finna catch these rounds