Cancion : Excuse Me Artista : Allstar JR Album : Organized Crime Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-excuse-me-de-allstar-jr [Bridge] Yeah Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes I seen that nigga 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, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead [Verse 1] Lil Eastside nigga 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 bitch was chilling with this other nigga I’ve been cheating for some months, I’m still fucking with her Right amount of notes, get a e-way of this coke 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 Niggas screaming get a bag, that’s because of us And we ain’t seeing eye to eye, cause you ain’t touched enough Nigga I’ll go that way with that choppa nigga You hear louder of the snake that’s on my collar nigga I can stop and give praise, I ain’t stopping nigga Cause done lived out the dreams of a lot of niggas [Hook] Excuse me nigga Don’t be starring at this jewelry nigga I’m kind of stiff cause the tool is sticking Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga Don’t be stupid nigga Excuse me bitch Is you gone stare or is you gone choose a dick I’m just tryna fuck, I ain’t the coolest bitch So don’t be saying that I’m rude and shit Lil stupid bitch [Bridge] Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes I seen that nigga 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, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead [Verse 2] I hit 3 out of every 5 bitches 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 Shit 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 niggas way better at rap How some niggas take yo shit then sale you it back Bitch Hella love from them crackheads Hit you with that choppa You don’t die, bitch you better act dead Hella love when them packs in You ain’t got a job, call me up and get a bag in [Hook] Excuse me nigga Don’t be starring at this jewelry nigga I’m kind of stiff cause the tool is sticking Before I leave, I be done blew a nigga Don’t be stupid nigga Excuse me bitch Is you gone stare or is you gone choose a dick I’m just tryna fuck, I ain’t the coolest bitch So don’t be saying that I’m rude and shit Lil stupid bitch [Bridge] Dale Earnhardt, I be fucking up the road Smell like car parts, I be fucking up the stove I smell pussy, I be fucking on some hoes I seen that nigga 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, bitch I’m in traffic till I’m dead ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================