Robb Bank$ - Fine$t (June) lyrics

Now that's love to my bottom bitch
Kisses to my new hoes
Pour 'em up Dirty Sprite
Tell 'em that it's Nuvo
Just tryna get 'em to loosen
Up that tight end
But funny how I'm tryna tighten up loose ends
Two sets of loosies, blow down one half
Other half blow me down put back to mattress
I Love Lucy double standard, past tense
Thinkin' 'bout pussy, money, and a math test
What you thought, I'm in my 20s and shit?
Working 5 to 10 to make it rain 20s and shit?
But I still keep Emilia
Clarke fixin' me dinner
And she wear that halo like she
Came from King Yemma like

Trill, young nigga and you know
I want the finest shit
Wear the finest threads


Fuck the finest bitch (Playin' in my hair
Say she gon' think of baggin' me)
(She wan' twist it
But I let it lock naturally)
Man, I told you last time
I'm too pretty to fucks wit'cha
Why you think Ashley went and
Dipped on a nigga, huh?
(Bitch, I'm the finest, Cadie co-signed it)
(10K for my grill, gold, no diamonds)

I'm shinin', gleaming
I'm yo' ho favorite shit, next to semen
You can't see me
Bitch, I'm puffing peyote out on the tipi
Counting Slumdog millis
Got Latika on her kneezy be easy
Saggin' and my drawers showin'
You like Rick Ross? Well bitch
I like Rick Owens
Say it cause you ain't noticed
How casual my dressed clothes is
Or those same pants that I
Keep my bread stowed in you more observant
Tell me why yo' man looking tough?
We just some well dressed goons
Don't get your head bust
Don't get it fucked up and
Don't get your bread touched
Make you catch a fade 'fo your
Girl lick my head up
I'm movin' weight through the city
Call me Luke Shapiro
Looking for a hipster girl in a size zero
Only like her Vans dirty cause
It's in this season
With her pants ripped like Goku after Frieza
I got one that ain't dropped to
Get her Eagle on yet grey Goose for my Black
Swan doing the pirouette double cup of Moët
(Presents) gotta' overpower her
Markin' triple-x's all on my Supreme calendar
Now thats 2 girls, and a double cup
You boys fuckin' up
Tuesday Through Sunday, cuz
Straight like that Presents if
You run with me
OBP, fuck wit' me, stop fuckin' wit' me

Trill, young nigga and you know
I want the finest shit
Wear the finest threads
Fuck the finest bitch (Playin' in my hair
Say she gon' think of baggin' me)
(She wan' twist it
But I let it lock naturally)
Man, I told you last time
I'm too pretty to fucks wit'cha
Why you think Ashley went and
Dipped on a nigga, huh?
(Bitch, I'm the finest, Cadie co-signed it)
(10K for my grill, gold, no diamonds)

I'm the finest, Cadie co-signed it
10K for my real gold, no diamonds
I'm the finest, I'm the finest
Finer than my bitch
Man, I'm finer than my finest
I'm the finest, finer than my finest
Muhfucker what I tell you, err'time it's
OBP and them niggas still the finest
Bitch call me "My Highness" unh, pussy
Sure, sure yeah, said I'm the finest
Pretty, young nigga and I'm
Finer than my diamonds
Said I'm finer than my finest what?
Finest uh huh say what? Said I'm the finest
What, what, what, what?

She want something more than just us
Moaning that loud ain't doing me no justice
Written all on your face
I see that you lost one
Page through my rhyme book
See that I fucked up touch slow, fuck fast
But your first thought was you
And I wouldn't even last
Same nigga from the ave
Same nigga that never cared
To get bitches high just so they
Could play in my hair lil' bitch