Finesse 1 Hair, Nail Salon And Barber
Our stylists are able to work with men, women, and children. We offer customized treatment plans, and our technicians are versed in advanced color training and placement, cutting, and styling techniques. We help clients with: Nail services Hair coloring Hair extensions Makeup application You can also ask us about hair straightening or training for your curls.
I Okay, my city lady love me, but low-key they really hate and I Can talk your shit behind my back and think they wanna be me You ain't puttin' in no fuckin' work, little bitches act as sweetly Always tryna get a hand out, bitch you goofy, I hate me Jinguin' spinners in the game, just know you're gonna give an S No, I'm not talkin' about robin' this S over petty check The city'so damn easy, cuz I'm smart, it ain't a third what's up I get it, how I live it, bitch, you better come correct I'm a speakin' fax, no printer, knock on wood and get a spinner And my heart is icy cold, just like Chicago in December I'm with homies riding sleep, talkin' sleep with you to sleep And I never break a sweat because you bet I got that heat And I got that cake because I'm sweet, don't even ask me for a piece You ain't struggle with me, how the fuck you think you get the heat I come from trappin' in the streets, you come from 40 hour weeks And I don't fuck with nine to five, so bet your mind just really with it Fuckin' with me, who you breakin' in a bag, I don't got a brand, telephone in my main and we both get a letter So back in her life, singin' in my spaz Bitch, I would take me for your shit, can't get a favor if you ran I swear to God, she thinkin' she kicked out the whip and now you're standin' doin' Listen to games, just know you're gonna give an S Now I'm not talkin' about robin' is that's what we're petty check The shit is so damn easy, cuz I'm smart, it ain't a threat We'll talk, I get it, hell, I live it, bitch, you better come correct Got all this pressure on me, but you bet I'm bout to make it I ain'trackin' down from nothin', bitches, I hate tryna fake it, then pretend Let me remind you, I don't play If I say it, I'ma do it, already know you can't relate Bitch, I put A1 on my stick, you pop shit in the microwave A shit-ass bitch has always got something to say Listen to games, just know you're gonna give an S Now I'm not talkin' about robin' is that's what we're petty check The shit is so damn easy, cuz I'm smart, it ain't a threat What the fuck, I get it, how I leave it, bitch, you better come correct
