Nessly, Night Lovell — Still Finessin’

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Consistent reason, never days off

I’m feelin’ like Cara Delevingne

Cara got addicted to that caramel sauce (whoa)

I cannot let him think that he just won

Now I’m thumbin’ through these hunnids like ones

He want some features, in his face, where my funds?

Gave his fiancée a face full of cum

She want my dick when she sees my account

She slipped off her ring, and tell me I’m the one

Bad little bitch look just like Jourdan Dunn

No, the kid isn’t mine, Billie Jean, Draymond’s son (yuh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

I’m still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, *cough*, ooh, *sniffle*)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, still finessin’, ooh, brr, ayy)

That Versace on my wrist, I bought saké for my bitch

I’m that nigga on my block, might just get some fucking top

Still finessin’, I might take it, take his main bitch, I ain’t stressin’

I ain’t flexin’, I ain’t guessin’, I got thousands, what a blessin’

Got my gang on the side, yuh (ooh)

I just coast when I ride, yuh

I put fakes in the dump, yuh

I might fly when I jump, yuh (yuh)

I got bags, like I’m Sony, yuh

Give a fuck if I’m lonely, yuh

Don’t talk like you know me, yuh

Suite Life, like I’m Cody, yuh (yuh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

I’m still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, ooh)

Still finessin’, yuh (ayy, yuh, ooh)

Still finessin’, yeah (ayy)

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah

Still finessin’, yeah