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FIN Video (MV)




Performed By: Yarou
Length: 3:16
Written by: Harrison SmithMartin




Yarou - FIN Lyrics




Pick a little boy on the rebound
Not enough dough for the watch that he found
Not enough cash to blow back
He swear dollars on dollars on dollars

To making deposits
I make it an issue
They make it a problem
I blow em a tissue
They actin all snotty

Why you gotta make him look down like that
Why you flex with an ounce like that
I give a little sip, you douse like that
Matter fact you would bounce right back
Cause you made a little ego that could never fall flat
Go get that get gat
When I give a little slack
You could look forward and back
At the top where I'm at now
Yarou, Young Harold he hold that tucked
Now do what I say you f*ck

Cause I made a little money off a few bum hits
But I profit couple hundred when I cut that shit
I bucked that shit
I cucked that shit
My fans hearts, I ain't touched that shit

Standing on my grave you know I'm sitting
Two for the road I make my billlis
Make that hundred I make that cash
Why pursue if that shit won't last
Why pick a pen when your beats like that
Made it L.E.D but I can't make it on my ass
Double tap on my radar I never beat a little mac
Quick scope f*cker I'm done
I'm fin less that shit paper view
I'm fin mother f*cker it's over yo
I'm sitting on my grave and I'm stuck like glue
I Take a hundred for the road cause it's all I do
Get fin

Get it
Got it fin

Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin fin fin fin

Problems on problems on problems I'm making an album you f*ckin a bitch
I'm the upper echelon you steezy little f*ckers
Me and tipple hit your tine but we could never get a cent
Lil Young Harold get the peso
Grown and sad he miss his daddy
Whipping the cady
Bumper is chipped and stereo wacky
I hit a lick and I get all my gold
Getting my coins like I'm corny and old
Reep what you sew
Rocking the boat
Holding the sail and I'm making it float
I'm the supplier
Coming with fire
Stealing a bar and I make you retire
I give you a job
Make you a bop
Give you a sip
You take a lot
You take a gulp
Give you a drink
Bitch that's my fountain get off of your knees
Bitch you got problems I doubled em see
I get a pay raise I spend that shit all on my studio
You get to cranking and use it, you use it though
Nobody thought about paying the boy
Nobody thought about playing the boy
Finish the finisher Young Flame boy I'm fin

Get it
Get it
Got it fin

Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin fin fin fin
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Pick a little boy on the rebound
Not enough dough for the watch that he found
Not enough cash to blow back
He swear dollars on dollars on dollars

To making deposits
I make it an issue
They make it a problem
I blow em a tissue
They actin all snotty

Why you gotta make him look down like that
Why you flex with an ounce like that
I give a little sip, you douse like that
Matter fact you would bounce right back
Cause you made a little ego that could never fall flat
Go get that get gat
When I give a little slack
You could look forward and back
At the top where I'm at now
Yarou, Young Harold he hold that tucked
Now do what I say you f*ck

Cause I made a little money off a few bum hits
But I profit couple hundred when I cut that shit
I bucked that shit
I cucked that shit
My fans hearts, I ain't touched that shit

Standing on my grave you know I'm sitting
Two for the road I make my billlis
Make that hundred I make that cash
Why pursue if that shit won't last
Why pick a pen when your beats like that
Made it L.E.D but I can't make it on my ass
Double tap on my radar I never beat a little mac
Quick scope f*cker I'm done
I'm fin less that shit paper view
I'm fin mother f*cker it's over yo
I'm sitting on my grave and I'm stuck like glue
I Take a hundred for the road cause it's all I do
Get fin

Get it
Got it fin

Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin fin fin fin

Problems on problems on problems I'm making an album you f*ckin a bitch
I'm the upper echelon you steezy little f*ckers
Me and tipple hit your tine but we could never get a cent
Lil Young Harold get the peso
Grown and sad he miss his daddy
Whipping the cady
Bumper is chipped and stereo wacky
I hit a lick and I get all my gold
Getting my coins like I'm corny and old
Reep what you sew
Rocking the boat
Holding the sail and I'm making it float
I'm the supplier
Coming with fire
Stealing a bar and I make you retire
I give you a job
Make you a bop
Give you a sip
You take a lot
You take a gulp
Give you a drink
Bitch that's my fountain get off of your knees
Bitch you got problems I doubled em see
I get a pay raise I spend that shit all on my studio
You get to cranking and use it, you use it though
Nobody thought about paying the boy
Nobody thought about playing the boy
Finish the finisher Young Flame boy I'm fin

Get it
Get it
Got it fin

Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin now
Get it got it done
Call it fin, Call it fin fin fin fin
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Writer: Harrison SmithMartin
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