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A$AP Rocky - Excuse Me

Excuse Me
A$AP Rocky
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[Intro:]
For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man!
This for my broke jiggy niggas, knamsayin'?
Excuse me, fuck out my face!
They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket,
I learned that from a very wise man.

[Verse 1:]
Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems,
My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise,
I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas,
Another 20 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.
I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so, you know, I got that heater, bruh,
Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my Nina, bruh,
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.

[Chorus:]
Excuse me, I tell them they're excused.
What's the word around town? Tell me, what's the latest news?
And 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 excuse me, may I be excused?
‘Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose.

[Verse 2:]
Tell me why these little niggas talkin' like they killas, bruh?
Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they 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, go 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.

[Chorus:]
Excuse me, I tell them they're excused.
What's the word around town? Tell me, what's the latest news?
And 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 excuse me, may I be excused?
‘Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose.

Flacko! [×12]

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