Finesse Lyrics - PAY THE PRICE/WHERE WE ARE

Finesse - PAY THE PRICE/WHERE WE ARE

I look to the right my dawg over there getting it in
I look to the left my brother with her best friend
I'm smiling ear to ear I love to see my niggas win
And plus I'm drunk as fuck I'm spinning like a ceiling fan
Nigga rush for what I told you we gone spin again
She let me tongue her butt she fuck and swallow at the end
Yeah
Gotta pay the price you better get it till it's gone
I know you getting tired of running game on all these hoes
I'm taking Ls but keep on winning
I been through hell got demons in me
I fire rockets like Houston you know I'm kin to Whitney
All I know is to do it I gotta get it get it
Get it get it
get it get it
get it get it
Tell truth
It's not just you I love all my bitches
She cook for me and suck me off on all my visits
Can't do this shit for love don't get involved with feelings
I got a broader picture
I want Rollie chains and maybach truck for all my nigga
I want my family to have land to raise up all our children
I want businesses and name's of name's of all my siblings
I can't lie but this shit fuck with me
I held down deserve a medal but these hoes don't know no better
Bite the hand and that shit stuck with me
Bitch
Claim he was a stepper then got stepped on by a stepper
Treat a bitch to heaven then I show her I'm the devil
Double shot of henny with a 8 piece lemon pepper
Gotta pay the price you better get it till it's gone
I know you getting tired of running game on all these hoes
Please tell me that we re dead if we are
Cause somebody gotta say it if we
Bullets playing through his head VCR
Told that bitch give me head where we are
Tell me we get this bread if we are
Or maybe we should stay where we are where we are
Don't know where we are where we are tell me where we are where we are

Written by:
Treyvon Picot

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