Excuse Me

A$AP Rocky

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    (For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man) you know I'm sayin'?
    This for my broke jiggy niggas right now, you know? (Excuse me, fuck out my face)
    They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket
    I learned that from a very wise man
    (Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say this shit) uh, yeah

    Okay, excuse me
    Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems
    My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise
    I spent twenty thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas
    Another twenty thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys
    I said: Excuse me
    Why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem?
    I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
    All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there
    What you mean? We got weed, and codeine, and bricks for sale

    (Excuse me) I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh
    (Excuse me) drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
    (Excuse me) she got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
    Oh, you mean like Q-Tip?
    Now that girl my new bitch
    (Excuse me) no, I believe the proper term's excuse you
    I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to
    That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
    I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to

    Excuse me
    I tell them they're excused
    What's the word around town? Tell me what's the latest news
    And, uh, who them niggas? I tell 'em we them dudes
    Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves
    And I run the game even when they bend the rules
    I pay very close attention, after that, I pay my dues
    And, uh, excuse me
    May I be excused?
    'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

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    Tell me why these little niggas talkin' like they killas, bruh
    Nowadays, these niggas always caught up in their feelings, bruh
    But I stay 100 'cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh
    Mobbin' like 2Pacalypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up
    Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims
    Kill 'em, dig 'em up again to say I did it
    Snitch, excuse me, mind your business, bruh
    Swear that you could get it, girl
    She a fashion killa, huh?
    Killa girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl

    Flacko, where you been?
    I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
    Flacko, how you been?
    I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

    Flacko, where you been?
    I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
    Flacko, how you been?
    I've been thuggin' with my

    Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'
    Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas
    Who run it? My niggas, fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'
    Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public
    Cup full of purple substance or something
    My niggas, the only thing that move me: Excuse me

    Excuse me
    I tell them they're excused
    What's the word around town? Tell me what's the latest news
    And, uh, who them niggas? I tell 'em we them dudes
    Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves
    And I run the game even when they bend the rules
    I pay very close attention, after that, I pay my dues
    And, uh, excuse me
    May I be excused?
    'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

    Flacko, Flacko, Flacko
    Flacko, Flacko, Flacko
    Flacko, Flacko, Flacko
    Flacko, Flacko, Flacko

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Buck Ram, Charles Brown, Kim Gannon, Walter Kent, Hector Delgado, Jim Jonsin, Zac, A$AP Rocky, Finatik, Vulkan the Krusader y Genne Red Jr.

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