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excuse me - allstar jr lyrics

[bridge]
yeah
dale earnhardt, i be f-cking up the road
smell like car parts, i be f-cking up the stove
i smell p-ssy, i be f-cking on some hoes
i seen that n-gga change when it’s money on the floor
aye
you tell me
am i rapping or it’s real?
all my beef
is they napping or they dead?
my phone beat, think it’s tapping from the feds
all eyes on me, b-tch i’m in traffic till i’m dead

[verse 1]
lil eastside n-gga plug wyoming down to berk
you gone come up short long as you put the clieo first
kentucky straight, we gone see about ohio first
before i rapped my first verse, i had my middle school at worst
aye
found out my b-tch was chilling with this other n-gga
i’ve been cheating for some months, i’m still f-cking with her
right amount of notes, get a e-way of this c0ke
in that water i’m a float
slide down edlie through the snow
wrist screaming blow me
.40 screaming shoot me
i did a million views, all the rats said i was boujee
n-ggas screaming get a bag, that’s because of us
and we ain’t seeing eye to eye, cause you ain’t touched enough
n-gga
i’ll go that way with that choppa n-gga
you hear louder of the snake that’s on my collar n-gga
i can stop and give praise, i ain’t stopping n-gga
cause done lived out the dreams of a lot of n-ggas

[hook]
excuse me n-gga
don’t be starring at this jewelry n-gga
i’m kind of stiff cause the tool is sticking
before i leave, i be done blew a n-gga
don’t be stupid n-gga
excuse me b-tch
is you gone stare or is you gone choose a d-ck
i’m just tryna f-ck, i ain’t the coolest b-tch
so don’t be saying that i’m rude and sh-t
lil stupid b-tch

[bridge]
dale earnhardt, i be f-cking up the road
smell like car parts, i be f-cking up the stove
i smell p-ssy, i be f-cking on some hoes
i seen that n-gga change when it’s money on the floor
aye
you tell me
am i rapping or it’s real?
all my beef
is they napping or they dead?
my phone beat, think it’s tapping from the feds
all eyes on me, b-tch i’m in traffic till i’m dead

[verse 2]
i hit 3 out of every 5 b-tches in detroit
enough about these broke hoes, y’all get the point
what you need?
hit me up, i deliver boy
i make them blues move from lexington to livernois
golden son chilling
gary cool, i ain’t loitering
sh-t ain’t on the floor
gotta chop it up, order this
pull up on shawn, you want pound of the noisness
see you slide down
hunnid rounds, you ain’t avoid them
lawyer money stashed, i’m so ready for that
rocks too big for a razor, it’s machetes for that
mook told me these n-ggas way better at rap
how some n-ggas take yo sh-t then sale you it back
b-tch
h-lla love from them crackheads
hit you with that choppa
you don’t die, b-tch you better act dead
h-lla love when them packs in
you ain’t got a job, call me up and get a bag in

- allstar jr lyrics

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