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letra de excuses - jiggz tb

(excuses…
excuses…
n-gg-s always got excuses)

she say she wanna cool it
aye
she got a head
i told her use it
aye
but not to think
girl you stupid
aye
i need the top like where the roof is
aye
i drop the top like where the roof went
aye
i pull up on em
and i shoot sh-t
aye
he pulled it out but he ain’t do sh-t
aye
your gun in your hand it’s just useless
aye
he said it jammed man excuses
yeah – excuses
he said it jammed man excuses
these n-gg-s always got excuses
you f-ckin’ with a k!ller
aye
he gon f-ck around and make me k!ll him
aye
if that’s yo b-tch you better get her
aye
‘fore she f-ck around and let me hit it
aye
cause she like f-ckin’ with the winners
aye
we bendin corners and we spinnin
aye
he gon bend up when i bend this trigger
aye
we been up and we been them n-gg-s
aye
cause we ain’t have no time for no excuses
he said i shot at them
these n-gg-s spreadin rumors
yeah if i shoot at you – you won’t be movin
yeah n-gg-s said i shot – they must be stupid
yeah they gon f-ck around and make me do it
i got brand new glocks no brand new shooters
i get the drop and then i study how he movin aye
thought he was low till them shots went through his uber aye
i don’t send low shots
no i rather shot the face
i get em close up ain’t got sh-t to do with aim
i’m on that bullsh-t and you n-gg-s know you ain’t
you never pull blicks – you just post em on yo’ page
let me guess you left your gun at home? excuses
my bulllets rude they don’t say ‘cuse me
if you in the way you better move it
all my n-gg-s wild and they some shooters
all you n-gg-s soft and they some losers aye
i do not think y’all want me to lose it aye
i hit your bro, he leakin out, you bout to lose em aye
if it’s beef i let you know ain’t no confusion kay?
they need help so they collabin – tryna fuse with gangs
it’s torcha block i’m yellin germ – my n-gg-s do the same
he didn’t learn until we dropped him
i’ll do you the same
don’t know why they call me poppa
better use your brain
before i pop up ain’t no talkin let’s get to it
this is real life, this is war, this ain’t no movie
said you saw me, i was snoozin? you ain’t shoot me?
oh it was hot? you saw the cops? ain’t have your tooly?
oh
go tell your n-gg-s dumb excuses
you ain’t have it in you and i knew it
these n-gg-s always got excuses
yeah these n-gg-s always got excuses
excuses…excuses..excuses
my bullets rude they don’t say ‘cuse me
n-gg-s always got excuses

- jiggz tb

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