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[Lord Finesse #1]
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Yeah, what's up Finesse?
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[Lord Finesse #2]
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Aw yeah! What's up, money?
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[LF1] Just tripping on how girls used to be flipping last year
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[LF2] That's understandable
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[LF1] Then I came out with the record, making a little papes
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[LF2] So what be going on?
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[LF1] So you always got girls saying "Finesse, remember last night's action?"
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You know what I tell them? I tell them to...
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Save that shit! (Repeat 7x)
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This is for the females that think I'm not the same
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Y'all think I'm different because I got a little fame
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I remember y'all laughed and teased me
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I wanted to make records, no one would believe me
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I admit it was hard from the beginning
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I used to strike out with the women
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You know the females that be fronting and jiving
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Don't wanna see a brother until you're paid and striving
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You know the fly girls, the bad looking hotties
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The ones that think they too good for everybody
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Girls used to leave me and go because I had no dough to show
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Now I'm paid, told you so
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Now fly you see, some girls be eyeing me
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Hoes who used to diss me want to all say hi to me
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Now I'm straight, making crazy papes
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So they all be asking "When we singing on a date?"
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This is not welfare, you gets no help here
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So keep walking and take your ass elsewhere
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I remember you dissed me a year back
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(I was only playing) I'm not trying to hear that
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Always fronting playing hard to get
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(Finesse, I'm yours) Don't give me that shit
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Save that shit! (Repeat 7x)
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I knew another girl who used to walk all proud
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Could never say hi, she had her head in the clouds
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I used to see her every day out the week
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She was mute cause the hoe would never speak
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Didn't know things like "Excuse me" or "Thank you"
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Sporting crazy jewels with extentions to her ankles
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She wanted me to treat her like she was a damn star
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Always fronting, driving her man's car
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It was all about her, 24-7
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Driving around calling everybody Kevin
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She had good neck and kept all the girls panicking
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Playing in town showing off like a mannequin
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Brown sugar complexion, fine-looking figure
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Always winking and smiling just to fuck with a nigga
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I asked her what's up, she fronted and fessed
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Playing like she's too good for Finesse
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She acted like she was all that on her high horse
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She used to diss me, roll her windows up and drive off
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Word up, she was known for acting stuck up
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Now I'm paid, she fell off, that's fucked up
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I remember how she put me through hell
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Her man's in jail, she crashed his car, oh well
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Look who's the star of the picture now
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Things are opposite, or should I say switched around?
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(Do you call her?) There's no need to
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Se be calling me saying "When can I see you?"
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I guess she don't remember how she treated me rotten
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Talking and laughing like everything's forgotten
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She used to be teasing, now she's hawking
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(Finesse why you fronting?) Look who's talking!
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You used to diss my crew, said I looked pitiful
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(Come on Finesse, you know I want to get with you)
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Save that shit! (Repeat 7x)
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I met another girl, the fly side of them all, G
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Had it going on plus a job on Wall Street
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Finally met a female I can claim all mine
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Problem was she never had time
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When I used to call her she said "I'm busy honey"
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Was it that she was busy or I didn't have money?
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That does it, which one was it?
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Cause on her free days she used to hang with her cousin
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And on the weekends she used to like to rollerskate
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I could never catch her, she always had to motivate
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Never had time, she went out for self
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Told me one day I should find somebody else
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Yeah, she's right, that's what I too figured
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Come to find out, she cut me off for a new nigga
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I was hurt, things got hectic
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But my man put me on and I came out making records
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Got a little fame in the industry game
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I seen that hoe again, you know that bullshit changed
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Running up saying "Finesse please listen!"
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Would you believe the hoe? (I'm a born again Christian!)
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Bullshit! The hoe was trying to hide
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She lost her man, plus her 9 to 5
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Telling me sorry, no hard feelings
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The girl fell off like cracked paint on the ceiling
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Nappy extentions, looking all bugged
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Trying to catch me at all my shows at the clubs
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Telling her friends "Finesse? Sure, he's hype"
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(He used to sweat me) Yeah, sure you're right
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Her best bet is to chill and stay home
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Instead of always beeping me from the pay phone
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Tying up my line, always interrupting me
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Calling every hour just to say what's up to me
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Told her about the days when she acted all evil
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(Finesse I used to like you) Sure, I believe you
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(For real, can we be lovers to the end?)
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What about your man? (Come on, he's just a friend)
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What about your job? (I didn't like it, I quit)
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Why is you lying? Save that shit!
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Save that shit! (Repeat 7x)
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Save That Shit
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| Lord Finesse |
