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excuse. - young lasse lyrics

[chorus]:
these b-tches make excuse
these b-tches ain’t make sense
all the money that i use
man it all came from cents
man it all came to use
n-ggas tell me that i lose
using n-ggas like a tool
she want a neck like a pool

[verse 1]:
she want her neck to be wet
we had memories she forget
i bought her cuban wit the gold wit it
getting mad it’s like war wit her
if she was my boo ima tour wit her
she grab my heart and tore through it
about you i made music
you in my dreams but they lucid
i was moving to fast had to slow down
you saw me as a hoe now
was lonely in a ghost town
my heart cold it is frost now
i know you think ima b-tch
for my actions i deserve it
i hit u up and u curve it
all the lessons i learned it
now i sit down quiet
watching this riot of n-ggas all after that one
she the type of b-tch to make a n-gga grab a gun
he gone empty the clip and go rise to the sun
rise to the sun n-gga done
guess it was fun
you ruined it for me
she wasn’t even for me
she after the n-ggas that we’re here before me

- young lasse lyrics

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