Top Songs By Finesse2Tymes
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2Tymes
Vocals
DJ X.O.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Xabian Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Windle
Mixing Engineer
DJ X.O.
Producer
Lyrics
(Finesse times two)
Finesse, two of 'em (XO think he all that)
Benz truck, might sit it up, might tint it up, my millions up (up)
Memphis, Tennessee, first 48, nigga, my city tough (my city tough)
I made it out, I'm giving back, I brought the Maybach to the track
Gorilla on a ho, I grew up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (deejay)
20 pack of Za', I got it off when I finished the show (the show)
Cut the pie up with the guys, they still sliding, keep it quiet
Remember I was broke, I robbed lil' Rico for his Jordan 5s (let me get that)
Mob Ties, twist 'em up, came on her face, she licked it up (she licked it up)
Fuck the feds, everywhere I go, I keep my blicky tucked (blicky tucked)
You duck and wreck, a hundred on my head, nigga, that's disrespect (that's disrespect)
Brought that bitch to Houston, dress her up, put her on best and next (best and next)
This GSI
You can't be the clan unless you pull up with your PSI (PSI)
These niggas play gangster 'til they see that fire, I won't reply (I won't reply)
If you drop a diss, I drop a bag and make you disappear ('pear)
Roll up me an ounce and pour an eight up in a Mr. Pibb (a Mr. Pibb)
Them niggas got by, they thought they got away (they got away)
Sending me emojis, get your ho, nigga, she out of place (she out of place)
Fucked her in the Wraith, so you can say I fucked her outer space (we outer space)
By the way, I just seen my PO, so I'm gettin' high today (I'm high today)
Took over the summer and the fall, fuck it, take the year (take the year)
To tell the truth, I was facing 30, but I made it here
I made 'em fear, I made it clear (clear)
This "Goin' Straight in 2" (2Tymes)
Talkin' 'bout your lil' niggas spinnin', my lil' niggas spin too (spin too)
I was at the bottom, I ain't hate on the ones at the top (the top)
23 and one, isolation, three meals and a cot (cot)
I walked the compound with a shank, two locks in a sock (sock)
Niggas stole my style, but now I'm back (I'm back), that shit finna flop (it's over)
Writer(s): Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton
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