Fina Lyrics

She love praise I love preaching

No man of faith but her ass

Give me something to believe in

Since giving is a gift

Tiss the season

She got that new car smell

I'm trying to stick the keys in

Finer, finest

And I ain't got to wear my jewelry

Just to bag your chick

5'6 but I shoot above average

I'm like a dirty Roddy

They fuck me cause I'm filthy ricch

They know I'm finer

Grey sweats on

Let me give you a reminder

Iffy with the dick

Lesbians

Sort of kinda

Age like wine

With time I get finer

And no we don't mix match designer

Finer, finest

Shoot shit , imax

Crescendo like da choir

When she climax

Yeah the boy finer

Yeah the kid finer

Women acting funny trying to pull me Along

Silly stringing

Less than average

Given her value

I know she couldn't mean it

Numbers in the Fed

Don't believe it double vet

If I left hit me with treason

They hating what's the reason

Fuck Givenchy

You niggas need Jesus

Trying to put a cylinder in your box

Check the lines

Read in between it

They Know What I Mean

Body like a pornstar

But fuck like an average Joe

Tell between the brain

And the heart what matter more

Take your time with it

White girls crossing lines with it

In the back doing parallels

Cause perpendiculars don't align with It

Body like a pornstar

But fuck like an average Joe

Tell between the brain

And the body what matter more

Take your time with it

White girls crossing lines with it

In the back doing parallels

Cause perpendiculars don't align with It

She look good after that first one but That second one hitting

Here to remind you

You finer can't have you forgotten

Beauty like the wind and its gone

Remember that

Remember that

Yeah the kid finer

You know the boy finer

They know I'm finer

Grey sweats on

Let me give you a reminder

Iffy with the dick

Lesbians

Sort of kinda

Age like wine

With time I get finer

And no we don't

Mix match designer

Finer, finest

Shoot shit, imax

Crescendo like the choir

When she climax

Yeah the boy finer

Yeah the kid finer

She love praise I love preaching

No man of faith but her ass

Give me some to believe in

Since giving is a gift

Tiss the season

She got that new car smell

I'm trying to stick the keys in

Finer, finest

And I ain't got to wear my jewelry

Just to bag your chick

5'6 but I shoot above average

I'm like a dirty Roddy

They fuck me cause I'm filthy rich