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Quintana Pt. 2 lyrics

Performers Travis ScottT.I.

Quintana Pt. 2 song lyrics by Travis Scott official

Quintana Pt. 2 is a song in English

I'm finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I came up a hunnid bands a week, straight up finessin'
La Flame

Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (that dope)
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (skrt)
Stack on black as True Religion (straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin' (that dope)
I done fucked me 'round 5 bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (oh no)
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (skrt)

Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they all finessin'

Man, here it go
Fishcale, A1 perico
Fill PJ's up with kilos
Then sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know
Could've got hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long
Man, the team was so on
Damn it seem like so long ago
We had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on us in Texas though
Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though

Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' around with fifteen or more, ayy
You know a nigga love nice things (nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing
It's time for me to do my thing (hey)

Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up)

How high?
Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh

As the days go on
In the southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame
This journey
It's the last days
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Clifford Harris, Jacques Webster, Josehua Howard Luellan, Michael Dean
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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