M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
My bag bigger, her ass bigger
I'm 'bout to put my kids in her, my babysitter
I told her I'm the real nigga, a grave digger
I told her I'm a real nigga, a wig splitter
I told her ass that I'm a chill nigga, for real nigga
I'ma try to make this mil' so I can make a meal nigga
I put her legs up in the air so she can feel the air nigga
They must not know that I've been sick, they know that I'm a ill nigga
But for real nigga, chill nigga, for Harley getcha
Don't let me put them dogs on you, I tell em sick you
Don't let me put them dogs on you, they probably bitchin
Don't make me get them boys for you, they leave you missing
And Harley walk like she been standing on business
Her ass love wearing extensions, she flip a nigga like gymnast
Mix Sprite and Ciroc like a chemist
I'm off the top like Convert, know Harley ass get a nigga nervous
She wanna lay a nigga down on purpose, wanna leave his ass seeing circles
I said my bag bigger, her ass bigger
She want me put my kids in her, be my babysitter
They know that I'm a real nigga, for real nigga, be for real nigga
Chill nigga, a grave digger and a wig splitter
Finesse God bitch, I ain't your average
Get your ass stretched round this bitch, Mr. Fantastic
F*ck with her cause she nasty, make her clap, do magic
Then go and recruit some new bitches because I'm classless
Tell her why I'm f*cking on her bitch, she better keep it, shhh
Sit back and give me head while I'm smoking, kushhh
Love to hit that switch, make that bitch go, pfff
Money counter go, pfff
Make a pussy go, purrr
You f*cking with Finesse bitch
Sit back and enjoy the ride before I move on to my next bitch
Them diamonds ain't even real boy, them bitches shining a little bit
Walk around with a full clip, dare you tried me a little bit
Send my lil niggas out to them young niggas right there some bullpit
That nigga want some Ben Gordon shit, that mean he on that bullshit
Pack the bags, had to move to grannies cause mom couldn't pay her mortgage
Been left that poor shit, been left that bullpen
Been in the field, knock her shit out the park, that Eric George shit
You can do this and that I promise I won't judge shit
Just off the stige, promise you gone fall in love bitch
But don't fall in love quick
Cause it's Finesse God and I don't do that love shit
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M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
My bag bigger, her ass bigger
I'm 'bout to put my kids in her, my babysitter
I told her I'm the real nigga, a grave digger
I told her I'm a real nigga, a wig splitter
I told her ass that I'm a chill nigga, for real nigga
I'ma try to make this mil' so I can make a meal nigga
I put her legs up in the air so she can feel the air nigga
They must not know that I've been sick, they know that I'm a ill nigga
But for real nigga, chill nigga, for Harley getcha
Don't let me put them dogs on you, I tell em sick you
Don't let me put them dogs on you, they probably bitchin
Don't make me get them boys for you, they leave you missing
And Harley walk like she been standing on business
Her ass love wearing extensions, she flip a nigga like gymnast
Mix Sprite and Ciroc like a chemist
I'm off the top like Convert, know Harley ass get a nigga nervous
She wanna lay a nigga down on purpose, wanna leave his ass seeing circles
I said my bag bigger, her ass bigger
She want me put my kids in her, be my babysitter
They know that I'm a real nigga, for real nigga, be for real nigga
Chill nigga, a grave digger and a wig splitter
Finesse God bitch, I ain't your average
Get your ass stretched round this bitch, Mr. Fantastic
F*ck with her cause she nasty, make her clap, do magic
Then go and recruit some new bitches because I'm classless
Tell her why I'm f*cking on her bitch, she better keep it, shhh
Sit back and give me head while I'm smoking, kushhh
Love to hit that switch, make that bitch go, pfff
Money counter go, pfff
Make a pussy go, purrr
You f*cking with Finesse bitch
Sit back and enjoy the ride before I move on to my next bitch
Them diamonds ain't even real boy, them bitches shining a little bit
Walk around with a full clip, dare you tried me a little bit
Send my lil niggas out to them young niggas right there some bullpit
That nigga want some Ben Gordon shit, that mean he on that bullshit
Pack the bags, had to move to grannies cause mom couldn't pay her mortgage
Been left that poor shit, been left that bullpen
Been in the field, knock her shit out the park, that Eric George shit
You can do this and that I promise I won't judge shit
Just off the stige, promise you gone fall in love bitch
But don't fall in love quick
Cause it's Finesse God and I don't do that love shit
Uh Um
Yea
My bag bigger, her ass bigger
I'm 'bout to put my kids in her, my babysitter
I told her I'm the real nigga, a grave digger
I told her I'm a real nigga, a wig splitter
I told her ass that I'm a chill nigga, for real nigga
I'ma try to make this mil' so I can make a meal nigga
I put her legs up in the air so she can feel the air nigga
They must not know that I've been sick, they know that I'm a ill nigga
But for real nigga, chill nigga, for Harley getcha
Don't let me put them dogs on you, I tell em sick you
Don't let me put them dogs on you, they probably bitchin
Don't make me get them boys for you, they leave you missing
And Harley walk like she been standing on business
Her ass love wearing extensions, she flip a nigga like gymnast
Mix Sprite and Ciroc like a chemist
I'm off the top like Convert, know Harley ass get a nigga nervous
She wanna lay a nigga down on purpose, wanna leave his ass seeing circles
I said my bag bigger, her ass bigger
She want me put my kids in her, be my babysitter
They know that I'm a real nigga, for real nigga, be for real nigga
Chill nigga, a grave digger and a wig splitter
Finesse God bitch, I ain't your average
Get your ass stretched round this bitch, Mr. Fantastic
F*ck with her cause she nasty, make her clap, do magic
Then go and recruit some new bitches because I'm classless
Tell her why I'm f*cking on her bitch, she better keep it, shhh
Sit back and give me head while I'm smoking, kushhh
Love to hit that switch, make that bitch go, pfff
Money counter go, pfff
Make a pussy go, purrr
You f*cking with Finesse bitch
Sit back and enjoy the ride before I move on to my next bitch
Them diamonds ain't even real boy, them bitches shining a little bit
Walk around with a full clip, dare you tried me a little bit
Send my lil niggas out to them young niggas right there some bullpit
That nigga want some Ben Gordon shit, that mean he on that bullshit
Pack the bags, had to move to grannies cause mom couldn't pay her mortgage
Been left that poor shit, been left that bullpen
Been in the field, knock her shit out the park, that Eric George shit
You can do this and that I promise I won't judge shit
Just off the stige, promise you gone fall in love bitch
But don't fall in love quick
Cause it's Finesse God and I don't do that love shit
Writer: T. General, Anthony Drain Jr.
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