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letra de excuse me pardon me - bunkkyy

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down bad, mouth closed

upnext, now these b-tches wanna talk to me

i said excuse me pardon me

i dont even really want n0body bother me

these hoes so down bad, throwing that ass
im like what can you offer me

what can you offer me

while im out selling coke, and im still selling weed

dont talk to me, i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

i dont wanna be pleased at all, tell me the truth imma handle it all

dont talk to me i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

vеrse 1:

i dont wanna be pleasеd
told that b-tch get on her knees
bust on her face now im shooting a 3
i ain’t worried bout an enemy
drinking liquor drinking hennessy
i think i found my identity
trappin banging
ducking the law ducking the penalty

but i gotta go get it
me and my n-ggas we hitting
i dont trust alot of n-ggas
i dont trust alot of b-tches
im sliding wit cutters
we slide with extensions
hit a n-gga leave him missing
im back on the block and you know that we trapping big bunkky make it happen

chorus:

down bad, mouth closed

upnext, now these b-tches wanna talk to me

i said excuse me pardon me

i dont even really want n0body bother me

these hoes so down bad, throwing that ass
im like what can you offer me
what can you offer me

while im out selling coke, and im still selling weed

dont talk to me, i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

i dont wanna be pleased at all, tell me the truth imma handle it all

dont talk to me i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

verse2 :

no woe why you on my phone
i got a play imma hit it alone
sh-t is so wicked i gotta keep a tone

friend foe , disrespect me then im breaking his bones try to attempt you ain’t making it home
cuz i can’t accept it this chrome to his dome

i live this life in the streets but i miss my baby
matter of fact i ain’t got no baby just a couple b-tches driving a n-gga so crazy

they all say they the one but you lied to a n-gga

i just copped a new gun im bout to fry me a n-gga
chorus :

down bad, mouth closed

upnext, now these b-tches wanna talk to me

i said excuse me pardon me

i dont even really want n0body bother me

these hoes so down bad, throwing that ass
im like what can you offer me

what can you offer me

while im out selling coke, and im still selling weed

dont talk to me, i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

i dont wanna be pleased at all, tell me the truth imma handle it all

dont talk to me i dont got much to say i dont wanna be pleased

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