Finesse (feat. GloRilla) Akkorde von
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow

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Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Em
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Em
Em
Nigga, yeah, nigga
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Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga
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Em
I can make the dope stretch,
Verse 2
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I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big),
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Em
you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin'
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(huh?), trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a
Em
Em
weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch,
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I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big),
Em
Em
you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin'
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(huh?), trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a
Em
Em
weight loser (yeah)
Verse 3
I remember breakin' into houses, okay,
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where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed
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inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine- piece, okay,
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bet, I'ma handle that (we get it done)
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Em
You ain't keep it P? Okay,
bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes,
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I look like a damn booster
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Hunnid in a sixty, fuck state troopers
Phone chirpin' in the mornin',
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bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae,
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we hoopers (splash)
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Huh? Bae, we D1 (yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin',
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bae, I got funds (yeah)
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Reup on some- yeah, yeah
Reup on some- shh,
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hit the trap, get it done
Verse 4
I can make the dope stretch,
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I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big),
Em
Em
you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), trap straight
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boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a
Em
Em
weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch,
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C
I can teach finesse (woo)
And I'm 'bout my check (hey), you better
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Em
come correct (GloRilla)
These hoes stay choosin' (on gang, gang),
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trap straight boomin' (on gang, gang)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a
Em
Em
weight loser (yeah)
Verse 5
Em
Em
These bitches ain't no competition,
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man, these hoes stay losin'
They talkin' gangsta shit, but I'm the
bitch you hoes ain't foolin'
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Em
He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger,
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man, you niggas ain't shooters
You hangin' with the niggas that bucked you for your pistol,
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you a brewster
I can make my throat stretch (ayy), I can
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make a mess (woo)
Each day ran up a couple hundred thousand,
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Em
went thirty days no sex
You know how lame it is to confront me
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about a nigga through a text?
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You know how fast I'll turn your favorite nigga into your favorite ex,
ho? (Haha)
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Fuck, abracadabra on your ass
Stop blowin' him up,
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he with me, lil sis', we laughin' at your ass (stupid)
I ain't puttin' that shit on,
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I can show them what that shit is (on God)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
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Em
tell me who that bitch is (on gang, gang)
Verse 6
Em
Em
I can make the dope stretch,
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I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big),
Em
Em
you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), trap straight
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C
boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a
Em
Em
weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch,
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C
I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big),
Em
Em
you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin'
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C
(huh?), trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight
Em
Em
loser (yeah)
Outro 1
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