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Aloy - Finished Lyrics

Y'all boy is finished nigga, I told y'all niggas finished nigga
Me and my gang nigga two two three man y'all know we climb nigga We are your worse nightmare nigga
Y'all go to sleep nigga y'all dream bout this shit nigga
We live this shit nigga, y'all boy dumb man
That people shit man, that shit right right
I wish them niggas would have listened, that we ain't stuck in the kitchen Y'all niggas ball from the benches, gotta fuck with y'all from a distance I drop it too then I mix it, I gave my dope in extension
I turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished I don't know way I be scorching, we dropping shells on your porches Went from Impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse Windows whеn sellers the floor, onе clicky it open the door Back seat curtain for the horse, I think they fuck with the boy Back to her I need to scout, my place comin' in and out We cruise control in the route, my phone keep hitting like ouch I'm flying birds to the south, I'm putting teeth in they mouth Like 23 in the puoch, fuck beef we shooting it out
I swear these nigga's don't listen, I think they dead to the key My dope is hitting they flinching, left two more hits on your bitch I like my guns like my bitches, they get extended with clips
I stopped pretending I'm rich, I'm really living this shit
Don't know these niggas but I know they hoes and all that they be Don't kiss and tell he'll go to jail for what you did in my crib Ain't starting hoes I'm stunning bows, I get them gone in the jeep No nine to five but I've gat five nines put you in you in a spliff
I wish them niggas would have listened, that we ain't stuck in the kitchen Y'all niggas ball from the benches, gotta fuck with y'all from a distance I drop it too then I mix it, I gave my dope in extension
I turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
I don't know way I be scorching, we dropping shells on your porches Went from Impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse Windows when sellers the floor, one clicky it open the door Back seat curtain for the horse, I think they fuck with the boy I seen you chick boy you done, your bitch she call me the one Don't get respect for you son, might hit your hoe from the front My pockets lit like the clumps, your diamonds don't even punch We eat fellini's for lunch, click all bellini's I'm drunk
This bitch she's stripping I'm tipping she tryna get out my wand I pray the two two three I guess that make son of a gun
I put them bands up on his head I guess he gone gonna run
My shooters feared and then they don't beg they wanna kill you for fun These cubins hang around my neck got me walking in a hush
I make it happen, I'm the captain they call me in the crunch
Your rebel bitch gon eat my dick so imma call her a munch
I should have switched I never miss, I guess I'm making a point
I wish them niggas would have listened, that we ain't stuck in the kitchen Y'all niggas ball from the benches, gotta fuck with y'all from a distance I drop it too then I mix it, I gave my dope in extension
I turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
I don't know way I be scorching, we dropping shells on your porches Went from Impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse Windows when sellers the floor, one clicky it open the door
Back seat curtain for the horse, I think they fuck with the boy
I think they fuck with the boy
I think they fuck with the boy