Finesse2Tymes – Still won’t listen. Lyrics

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Verse
My palms ain’t sweaty, military Glocks with switches
My walk through a fifty, remember when I couldn’t get a visit
Back in the trenches, I was pimpin’, ? strippin’
A passion for gettin’ it, load the Tahoe, ship it to Memphis
I still won’t listen, bloggers askin’ questions and fishin’
Tryna make me a livin’, they know Finesse2tymes not Ricky
The one from the East, rob you broad day in the street
Your stomach too weak, hit his neck and knock out his teeth
Don’t think he’s sweet, 2010 two shootouts a week
Rock ‘em to sleep, take the fire throw that in the creek
Don’t do what he preach, fuck if he up, he get put beneath
Look off when he see me, he know better, better not even peek
Lando deceased? Never nigga, Lando with me, Lando with us
My daddy told me fuck ‘til I bust, I smile for my fans
Never talkin’ down on my mans, especially to women
Tell me to my face since you killer
She mention a nigga, it turn me off, my dick start to shrivel
And where I come from, we don’t put Draco’s in backpacks, we hip ‘em
Walk like I’m crippled, might make a mob call and clip ‘em
She suck with her dimples, grab hold of my balls and lift ‘em
I don’t need a Finsta, ain’t gotta hide shit I’m official
She like how I’m thuggin’, might eat her pussy out in the public
I say how I feel, the media don’t accept how I live
I don’t give a fuck, they ain’t the ones who went did them years
I tried to be humble, tried not to smack the shit out ?
On federal papers, can’t wait ‘til I get off, I’mma snake ‘em
Ain’t showin’ no love, ‘cause even if I do they ungrateful
“Wa alaikum salam”, I greet my brothers “As salam alaikum”
Rap niggas suckas, without an entourage I’ll buck ‘em
I ain’t tryna tussle, if you ain’t FNG then it’s fuck ya
You walk out the crib, don’t let ‘em touch the door nigga, rush ‘em
He said I was snitchin’, now where he at? That bitch done went missin’
Won’t say this again, ain’t get in this shit to make friends
Just give me my ends, let’s make keepin’ it real a trend
Alliance with men, not niggas perpetrating for their friends
Tell Kayboe to spin, them ? back to back in them Fins

Outro
My palms ain’t sweaty, military Glocks with switches
My walk through a fifty, remember when I couldn’t get a visit
Back in the trenches, I was pimpin’, ? strippin’
A passion for gettin’ it, load the Tahoe, ship it to Memphis
I still won’t listen
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Finesse2tymes – Warfare Lyrics

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Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes
Everybody don’t wanna ride with you but
When you lose
Nah fuck that
Once you cross the line gotta stay there
And when you see me in traffic
I try to be cool with niggas don’t wanna respect it
When you being humble and shit
Speak up when you talking about me
All that subliminal whispering mumbling and shit
I’m done with this shit
I’m sick of these niggas and bitches
Trying to focus on my ticket
I got hands I got guns
How you wanna get it
Please tied in the field
I got warfield
Nah
The fuck ion
I’m playing for keeps
If I want a nigga I’m laying for weeks
I’m laying for months
I’m in Cali with stallion wilding
I do this shit for the struggle
Christian Dior, Gucci, Louie and Fendi
I got place
No
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Finesse2tymes – Can’t Go To Jail Lyrics

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(Memphis Track Boy)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, cash
Phew, Scat (Let’s go)

I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)

Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking ‘za, poppin’ Percs, tryna get my head right (I’m focused)
I’m turnt up on the 12
Turnt up, turnt up on the 12 (Turnt up on 12, woo)
She’ll pop the whole 30 (Woo) and it turnt up on a player
So much money on your head, make his nigga turn on him (Make his nigga turn on him)
And I got on so much ice, I make your bitch turn on you (I make your bitch turn on you)
Heard your name in black and white, you a snitch-slash-gangster (You a snitch-slash-gangster)
Smoking loud in this bitch, it feel like a gas chamber (Skrrt)

I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)

Might do this for C Murda (No limits)
I do this for BG (Do this for BG, free homes)
All gas, no breaks, bitch, I do this for Doe B (R.I.P)
Free that nigga Squeaky (Free lil’ Squeaky)
Free that nigga Rover (Rover)
I keep Tay G with me ‘cause that young nigga on go (TG)
Ayy, back up, bitch, back up
I can smash her, might cash her (Might cash)
Bitch, what you mad for? (Bitch, what you mad for?)
This what you asked for (This what you asked for)
Hellcat, I do the motor (Skrrt)
Ain’t no pullin’ over
I might crash ‘cause this dirty soda
I ain’t never sober (Uh-uh)

I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)

Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin’-runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck-fuck-fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking ‘za, poppin’ Percs, tryna get my head right (I can’t go to jail)
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Finesse2Tymes – Revelations Lyrics

Finesse2Tymes – Revelations Lyrics
Intro
(Dee, you be poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Rap niggas be contradicting theyself (Be contradicting theyself)
Get a lil’ money, start feelin’ theyself (Get a lil’ money, start feelin’ theyself)
I don’t need a clique, I can hit her myself (I can hit her myself)
Ice out, look like a brick of the meth’ (Ice out, look like a brick of the meth’)
Dog, I look like a brick or the boy? (A brick or the boy?)
Pull up at his show, put them sticks on the boy (Put them sticks on the boy)
Cut his life out, I hear, “Ah”
Keep all that (Twysted Genuis, baby)
Chorus
I ain’t never cap, I ain’t evеn graduated (Graduated)
I’m a boss when I movе, it’s calculated (It’s calculated)
And I’m staying down for the crown (For the crown)
If they want this bitch, they gon’ have to decapitate me (Decapitate me)
Don’t be bringing me up in your conversations (Don’t do that)
If it ain’t ‘bout no commas and punctuation (And punctuation)
They won’t see me up under investigation (Under investigation)
That’s on God, I’m hotter than Revelations (I’m hot as hell)

Verse 1
Stay independent and make ‘em respect it (And make ‘em respect it)
And these lil’ niggas with me gon’ die ‘bout this necklace (Gon’ die ‘bout my chain)
VV’s cuffed, the time of the essence (The time of the essence)
Fifty some shots, only twenty some seconds (Grrt)
Investing in merch, I’m expanding my business (Expanding my business)
Record labels calling me, “Mr. Ricky” (Mr. Ricky)
Groovy lil’ rappers wan’ pay me to kick it (I’m straight)
Thirty some shots, get off quick like a snippet (Grrah-grrah)
I’m in Cali’ with a MAC in my Dickies (A MAC in my Dickies)
Don’t gamble your life when you see me in Vegas (Don’t do that)
I run this shit and that’s it, gotta face it (That’s it, gotta face it)
I gotta go, wanna fuck? Gotta chase me (Go)
Caucasian bitch fuckin’ me like Jamaican (Fuckin’ me like Jamaican)
Hit from the back, on the Perc’, gotta shake her (Shake)
Say you hate rats, but yo’ boy wrote a statement (Statements)
Say you hate pigs, but yo’ boy ate the bacon (Rat)
Bridge
Rap niggas be contradicting theyself (Be contradicting theyself)
Get a lil’ money, start feelin’ theyself (Get a lil’ money, start feelin’ theyself)
I don’t need a clique, I can hit her myself (I can hit her myself)
Ice out, look like a brick of the meth’ (Ice out, look like a brick of the meth’)
Dog, I look like a brick or the boy? (A brick or the boy?)
Pull up at his show, put them sticks on the boy (Put them sticks on the boy)
Cut his lights off, hit the switch on the boy (I cut ‘em off)
FNG sticks, tote a linen, of course (Of course)

Verse 2
In the Runner with the ‘za and an jaw (‘Za and an jaw)
Ace of Spade like a barn of con (Barn of con)
Lately I been on some big homie shit (Big homie shit)
She coughing up like she sick on the dick
Rap bitches won’t eat the dick for a feature (Beef)
Told her this dick cost more than a feature (More than a feature)
I don’t know you, I’m a clap when I greet you (Clap when i meet you)
I’m CEO, have a “See nice to meet you” (Sit down)
Fuck I’m worrying ‘bout another nigga?
Put a hundred on him, let them brothers get him (Brothers get him)
And they know it’s on site, seen ‘em duck a nigga
We got footage, just can’t touch our Russian nigga (Our Russian nigga)
I’m American, I got the Russian, nigga (I got the Russian)
I ain’t playing fair with ‘em, I snip a nigga (I snip a nigga)
She like, “2, you the truth”, I ain’t fucking with you (I ain’t fucking with you)
When I came, she kept on sucking a nigga (Sucking a nigga, ooh)
Damn, you like that? (You like that?)
Let me go make this play, I be right back (Make a play, I be right back)
Another play hit my phone, I lost track (Oh, damn)
In the ‘Vette smoking Cookie, the soft, bitch (I’m smoking Cookie)
I got everybody reppin’ the fire now (The fire)
I was reaching, they want me to sign out (Want me to sign out)
The city back mine now (Let me get that)
Why is you looking surprised now? (Finesse)
Chorus
I ain’t never cap, I ain’t even graduated (Graduated, two of ‘em)
I’m a boss when I move, it’s calculated (It’s calculated, two of ‘em, Clay)
And I’m staying down for the crown
If they want this bitch, they gon’ have to decapitate me (Yeah)
Don’t be bringing me up in your conversations (I’m back)
If it ain’t ‘bout no commas and punctuation (Facts)
They won’t see me up under investigation (Yeah)
That’s on God, I’m hotter than Revelations (Two of ‘em)

Outro
On God, I’m draining that bitch
Keep all that shit too
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