Finest Hour

Finest Hour Lyrics

Song Finest Hour
Artist Rick Ross;BJ The Chicago Kid
Album Follow Me Home
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And so I party like it's 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the
L Cause any day
I could take an
L So my niggas gather around so they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, don't ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
I'm thinkin' at times if
I could take a shell
Livin' for the moment right now,
I don't really care
My bitch rockin'
Chanel, she ghetto sidity
Magnificent ass, incredible titties
She like to pull on my zipper when
I'm on the highway
Doin' 85 and the '85
Sade In the background, got my hat down
Feeling like a king, shout out to
Sac Town You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour [Verse 2 - Rick Ross:] (Boss)
Fascinated with the gold
Daytons (Ross)
Fast paper was the motivation
Jay got the esés,
I know the
Haitians When
I'm in LA we meet at
Crustaceans
Butterfly all kilos
Show me the money cause
I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it,
I can show you how a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2
Pac I'mma boss,
I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it's organized crime (Boss)
Mo money,
Mo power The world is yous, that's until
I get my lead shower [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour [Verse 3 - Jay Rock:]
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I'm talking big money, boats and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall is when you considered the top dog
So my eyes open while
I'm on top dog
Let them pussy niggas hate,
I'mma do me
Fuck menage a trois,
I'mma do 3
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow
Let ya hair back, sip on this
Merlot You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
And so I party like it' s 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the
L Cause any day
I could take an
L So my niggas gather around so they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, don' t ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
I' m thinkin' at times if
I could take a shell
Livin' for the moment right now,
I don' t really care
My bitch rockin'
Chanel, she ghetto sidity
Magnificent ass, incredible titties
She like to pull on my zipper when
I' m on the highway
Doin' 85 and the ' 85
Sade In the background, got my hat down
Feeling like a king, shout out to
Sac Town You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour Verse 2 Rick Ross: Boss
Fascinated with the gold
Daytons Ross
Fast paper was the motivation
Jay got the es s,
I know the
Haitians When
I' m in LA we meet at
Crustaceans
Butterfly all kilos
Show me the money cause
I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it,
I can show you how a brick move Whip It
Baking soda make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2
Pac I' mma boss,
I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it' s organized crime Boss
Mo money,
Mo power The world is yous, that' s until
I get my lead shower Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour Verse 3 Jay Rock:
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I' m talking big money, boats and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall is when you considered the top dog
So my eyes open while
I' m on top dog
Let them pussy niggas hate,
I' mma do me
Fuck menage a trois,
I' mma do 3
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow
Let ya hair back, sip on this
Merlot You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
And so I party like it' s 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the
L Cause any day
I could take an
L So my niggas gather around so they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, don' t ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
I' m thinkin' at times if
I could take a shell
Livin' for the moment right now,
I don' t really care
My bitch rockin'
Chanel, she ghetto sidity
Magnificent ass, incredible titties
She like to pull on my zipper when
I' m on the highway
Doin' 85 and the ' 85
Sade In the background, got my hat down
Feeling like a king, shout out to
Sac Town You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour Verse 2 Rick Ross: Boss
Fascinated with the gold
Daytons Ross
Fast paper was the motivation
Jay got the es s,
I know the
Haitians When
I' m in LA we meet at
Crustaceans
Butterfly all kilos
Show me the money cause
I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it,
I can show you how a brick move Whip It
Baking soda make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2
Pac I' mma boss,
I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it' s organized crime Boss
Mo money,
Mo power The world is yous, that' s until
I get my lead shower Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour Verse 3 Jay Rock:
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I' m talking big money, boats and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall is when you considered the top dog
So my eyes open while
I' m on top dog
Let them pussy niggas hate,
I' mma do me
Fuck menage a trois,
I' mma do 3
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow
Let ya hair back, sip on this
Merlot You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers Hook BJ The Chicago Kid:
Even if I ain' t got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I' m a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
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