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Finesse2tymes - 9 Times Outta 10 [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Turner Jr.
Bobby Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Thomas Lumpkins
Thomas Lumpkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Producer
Zach Kornhauser
Zach Kornhauser
Mastering Engineer
Clay Perry
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer

Lyrics

Better you, better me, better you, better me
Better you, better me, better you, better (oh)
Better me, better you, better me, better (oh, oh)
Better you, better me, better you, ooh (Bobby Kritical)
I told the lawyer, "I ain't takin' no plea, I want a dismissal" (don't want none of that shit)
Back then, they left me, now they runnin' back to me all sentimental (oh, they cryin' and shit)
That **** crossed me and I fucked his bitch, act coincidental (act coincidental)
And it ain't no hangin' 'round me, I ain't fuckin' with you 'less you beneficial (go that way)
**** doin' sleek shit (all this bitch shit), I'm on some gettin' rich shit (you a fish stick)
Old taxis and that **** waitin' on the bitch shit (that's some bitch shit)
Had on some flick shit (like a porn star), she was eatin' dick, dick (real, real)
And that **** you hang with, he gon' shoot somethin', but he a slick bitch (slick bitch)
I won't miss shit, no cap
I'm in the hood postin', no strap (no cap), I'm on some gangsta shit, no rap (no cap)
I'm on some pull up, no top (no top), I'm rockin' VVS, no flaw (no flaw)
I'm havin' more bread than yo' boss (than yo' boss), I'm pourin' real drink, no cough (real drink)
I'm with vice lords throwin' 7.62 bullets, no salt
Seven time, well, eight time, nah, nine times outta ten (outta ten)
If he did it once, he'll do it twice, don't give that **** no chance (no chance, no chance)
You would steal from me, you would kill me (you would kill me)
You ain't real enough, you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
If he cross you out about a bitch, imagine what the ****'ll about a million (nah)
Seven time, well, eight time, nah, nine times outta ten (outta ten)
If he did it once, he'll do it twice, don't give that **** no chance (no chance, no chance)
You would steal from me, you would kill me (you would kill me)
You ain't real enough, you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
If he cross you out about a bitch, imagine what the ****'ll about a million (nah)
If I don't speak to you, I don't fuck with you, ****, take it how you wanna (****, take it how you wanna)
And when I see 'em ****, I'ma crash on 'em (I'ma crash on 'em), I'm sick of bein' humble (I'm sick of it)
I tried to escape the hate (the hate), and you can't escape the Drac' (wait)
These **** couldn't see me and was were face to face (right now), these **** a waste of space (go that way)
Seven time, well, got eight time, now nine times outta ten (nine time outta ten, what?)
I'm tryna fuck on your friend (on your friend) and don't be surprised when I fuck on your kin (your kinfolk)
Why is you cryin' to me? (Why?) She say she love me, she lyin' to me (tell the bitch she lyin')
She told me time'll tell (huh?), I told her I ain't tryna see (I ain't tryna see)
I cut her off through a text, where were you at when I did that stretch? (Huh?)
Snap back to the West (the West), Cartier specks (specks), shawty obsessed (obsessed)
Pull up with two or three hos (hos), jump 'bout to 'Lac (the 'Lac), feel like a mack (I feel like a mack)
10K on my drip, free YSL, no, I ain't slatt (blatt, blatt)
Seven time, well, eight time, nah, nine times outta ten (outta ten)
If he did it once, he'll do it twice, don't give that **** no chance (no chance, no chance)
You would steal from me, you would kill me (you would kill me)
You ain't real enough, you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
If he cross you out about a bitch, imagine what the ****'ll about a million (nah)
Seven time, well, eight time, nah, nine times outta ten (outta ten)
If he did it once, he'll do it twice, don't give that **** no chance (no chance)
You would steal from me, you would kill me (you would kill me)
You ain't real enough, you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
If he cross you out about a bitch, imagine what the ****'ll about a million (nah)
Better you, better me, better you, better me
Better you, better me, better you, better (oh)
Better me, better you, better me, better (oh, oh)
Better you, better me, better you, ooh (Bobby Kritical)
Written by: Bobby Turner Jr., Donald Cannon, Ricky Hampton, Thomas Lumpkins
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