Finesse Lyrics - Jim Jones

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

In my hood, walk up in my hood 

Nigga I wish you would 

Feelin' good, yeah I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse and then I juug 

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We got the bricks and the yay 

We got that shit you don't weigh 

We get them package of loud 

I got that shit from the Bay 

I know some Crips in L.A 

I know some Bloods out in Harlem 

I got my bitch on the way 

She got a bitch on the way 

I got some niggas, they put the clips in the K 

I got some chicks in the A 

You took a trip to Miami 

You get a drop, you get that shit for a day 

I get that shit cause I want it 

I'm in that shit gettin' blunted 

I'm in that shit doin' me 

Let your new bitch get up on it 

I do not care about warrants 

I told my lawyer to steam it 

Any charges that they throw 

I told my lawyer to clean it 

Photos 

I want the bricks and the commas 

I want some more and some more 

I got them bricks and the commas 

I want galore and galore 

I am not talkin' 'bout lyra 

I fell in love with the mirror 

Damages, look at my hair 

I fucked your bitch in the Leer 

Make that pussy disappear, yeah, yeah 

I dropped a 4 in a 20 and Fanta 

NYC all the way down to Atlanta 

I rock your bitch like a Gucci bandana 

I'm feelin' myself just like Tony Montana 

I snort the caine, nah, Tony Montana 

I got the mothafuckin' gun 

I got the hammer, I'll put my dick in your grandma 

Don't ask me why I call you son 

I cannot fuck her, I'm focused on money 

Focused on 20s and 50s and hundreds 

Finessin' the plug, we take off and we're runnin' 

I can have a rich homie, you know that we stuntin' 

I want that green so they callin' me Kermit 

Man that boo got me hot, man I feel like I'm burnin' 

I beat that lil' pussy like Ike, call me Turner 

So get that G string like I just pulled a permit 

Finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse 

Real nigga, fuck for real on the reg, nigga 

Drive 'em in, rollin' 6s, Durant, nigga 

I fell in love with them killers, them niggas, they dead niggas 

Feel it, come back on that alley, fuck with Durant, nigga 

Me and A$AP, Jimmy, Jimmy, that's a head, nigga 

Feelin' cleared up, kill a nigga for some bread, nigga 

Niggas talkin', man I'm finna hit 'em with the lead, nigga 

Told him, "Kill him cause we heard him talkin' to the Feds, nigga" 

Whole block full of Bloods, fuckin' with them red niggas 

Get caught when you come up short with the bread niggas 

We some head hitters 

I'm that coke dealer 

Gettin' more figures 

You that broke nigga 

Must have called a nigga G-Unit cause we guerrillas 

Bitches wanna give me neck cause we gettin' more skrilla 

And more skrilla, and more skrilla 

Fuckin' gold diggers, gettin' more bigger 

Yeah we feelin' good 

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

In my hood, walk up in my hood 

Nigga I wish you would 

Feelin' good, man I'm feelin' good 

Finesse and then I juug 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse, finesse 

Finesse and then I juug