Lyrics

Ayo, mans talkin' this and that like.. you know I'm it..
You know I'm Up Next man..
Fuck it, let's get it
What is a Finessa?
Make gyal-dem undress-a, dressed like professor
Bod-Mon nah feel no pressha
Models all in my DMs, talkin' about this shit fate..
Girl why is you lyin?
You was talkin' to my mate (suck ya mudda)
I got real ****, day ones, finessin' shawties since day One
Take the L..
WE A-1
That's why when you see us, you fuckin' run!
I hate **** actin' buddy-buddy (bobby a damn-blasted liaad)
Now I'm big, they want somethin' from me
Snake people all in my garden, I'll run you out with some pesticides, ah
Walked in the party
Yah I'm flexin'
Yah I took yo' bitch
I Finessed her..
She call me her Father, like I blessed her..
But I Am the Boss and a Finessa.
Finessa eh
Finessa, finessa eh
Finessa eh
Yah I Am the Boss, and a Finessa eh
Fire to all the inhabitants of that dreadcity666, in which they crucified Christ
Who ate up my people as they ate bread, in the abundance of their abominations
Who took My Crown, and replaced it with thorns
Who wanted nothing more then to catch The Children into their net
Whose hands are full of bribes, wickedness, and deceit
Woe unto that nation that forgot God.
Walked in the party
Yah I'm flexin'
Yah I took yo' bitch
I Finessed her..
She call me her Father, like I blessed her..
But I Am the Boss and a Finessa.
Finessa eh
Finessa, finessa eh
Finessa eh
Yah I Am the Boss, and a Finessa eh
In their hearts, they did say there is no god
They purposely sabotaged the Root, with a wicked device
For they knew they would soon wither, as their children were weak and feeble-minded
In the hatred of their own hearts, they blasphemed The Temple of God
And corrupted the Pure-of-Heart..
Judgement has come, and this is my Son. Where will you run satan?
Finessa eh
Finessa, finessa eh
Finessa eh
Yah I Am the Boss, and a Finessa eh
Written by: Christopher Roy Thomas Martin
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