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letra de excuse me - otm

[intro: blue pesos]
nina ross just f-cked a n-gga over, no consent
i just stepped in, the lights off, i’m shinin’ in this b-tch
neck froze, [?] just caught the peoples’ elbow
jackie chan kicks and front flips like [?]

[chorus: blue pesos]
excuse me, don’t mind the pile here, we gon’ clean that
“p, all i wanted was a flic, why you up strap?”
i keep it on my hip, a ten-piece in a bape bag
you signed your life away for 50k and it ain’t last
sh-t, n-ggas lunatics
we keep k’s in the back like who you foolin’ with?
sh-t, n-ggas new to this
he keep walkin’, we gon’ blow his face to smithereens

[verse 1: blue pesos]
he just a cannabis smoker, he don’t want no smoke with us
i think that’s all she wrotе for him, i guess his mama raised a quitter
i just sеnt some shots at his tv while he was chillin’
evil thoughts in the booth about k!llin’ i started grantin’
i’m a flu flam specialist, two handed cannon out here
wanna do the kissy-kissy? good, i wanna break on her
shooters through and pole [?], you might get a bonus with it
hundiddy after hundiddy, f-ck how you feelin’
[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
excuse me, don’t mind the pile here, we gon’ clean that
“p, all i wanted was a flic, why you up strap?”
i keep it on my hip, a ten-piece in a bape bag
you signed your life away for 50k and it ain’t last
sh-t, n-ggas lunatics
we keep k’s in the back like who you foolin’ with? (sh-t)
sh-t, n-ggas new to this
he keep walkin’, we gon’ blow his face to smithereens (alright)

[verse 2: duffy]
don’t mind that lil’ pile, b-tch, excuse me
i can show you how to get it, that’s a guarantee
is that an opp i see? roll him in this loose leaf
drew brees, i got some sh-lls for you, n-gga, catch these
big .40, this’ll knock down hercules
i just stripped a nerd n-gga, sh-t, couldn’t be me
in the bank, stick pokin’ out my chiefin’ jeans
like, excuse me, can i make a deposit, please?
n-ggas know the gang when my chain say “tgf”
stincmeaner, bop-bop, i gotta keep mei ling in check
tell me what we really did that got these n-ggas so upset
big body, make her wet, juice spillin’, make a mess
ghost rider, spark another ‘wood, b-tch, i’m mud walkin’
who that causin’ trouble in la? i hear they young n-ggas
there go off the mussle in them foreigns and it’s bl!cks in ’em
double park them b-tches back to back, we got the block jumpin’ (sh-t)
been ballin’, broke b-tches give me headaches
bad b-tches all up in my face, let ’em rotate
ask all these n-ggas speakin’ on us how my nuts taste?
shoot somethin’, i think me and pippy long soulmates
sh-t, n-ggas know the truth, n-gga, don’t hate
frustrated, mad ’cause his name don’t hold weight
n-ggas g-y, ridin’ harleys, that sh-t not straight
guapanese, i can make this loafy on me translate

- otm

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