The Final Warning lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


[Intro]
Kinda tired, of these talking n*ggas

[Verse]
Yo, i'm still trying understand like what is you saying
Ya wack ass verse proves ya mouth what you be spraying
Nobody rock with you but boy, you's a f*cking punk
Talking bout me, you had no flow right from the jump
I'll really fill you up, b*tch n*gga I keep the pump
You look like the type of sh*t that a baby threw up
That senseless verse is just about to make me get bucks
Talking bout I got I got no girl, like I give two f*cks
But you gone be a virgin at the age of 98
n*ggas saw that I was a king in 1998
You got 99 problems, that's 99 killers on your head
And Toby stay taking up for you, is you giving him head
Or maybe he just saw i'm disrespecting his little master
Told you shut up yesterday and I saw you went Casper
But you try to return today you little bast*rd
Talking bout war, must don't know who I am lil bast*rd
You really shoulda had checked my resume n*gga
I will really knock off your little toupee n*gga
Hit yo b*tch ass up make you say touche n*gga
Ever saw lasers? I ain't talking CD's by Lupe n*gga
I'm talking bout the sh*t that'll have you p*ssing ya pants
You and Toby talk the most but look like ya'll ballerina dance
f*cking b*tch, all this talking's really making me sick
You still follow me on social media, hop off my di*k
Why you follow me, if you claim you don't like me
I think it's cause you wanna study my style and bite me
b*tch n*gga you just shot at a whole tank of propane
You know that I be really serving more lines than cocaine
You ain't no man, Jaee is more of a real man than you
How bout ya switch positions, that sound like a plan to you?
Name ain't even Ace no more, get your facts straight
Fore I knock your spine out of socket and you need a back brace
n*gga you need to stop all you sh*ts are dissapointments
And yes I Cut Deep hoe, i'll send your pus*y ass some ointment

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