Walter Kent - Excuse Me lyrics

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Walter Kent - Excuse Me lyrics

[Produced by Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky, Vulkan the Krusader, Jim Jonsin, Finatik N Zac] [Intro] For all them hoes that was frontin' on n***as back in the days, man (This for my broke jiggy n***as) You know what I'm saying? Excuse me, f** 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 [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 f** you lookin'? What's your problem? I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments All you see is n***as 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 n***as 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 b**h Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you I could switch up on you n***as and start sh**tin' 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 [Hook] 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 n***as, I tell 'em we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses bruh we steady making 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 sh** my all, ain't got nothing left to lose [Verse 2] Tell me why these little n***as talking like they k**as, bruh Nowadays these n***as 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, k** '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 k**a, huh? k**a girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my n***as, bruh Flacko, how you been? I'm still thuggin' with my n***as, bruh Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my n***as, bruh Flacko, how you been? I've been thuggin' with my... Buggin' with my n***as, go sluggin' Tell me who f**in' with my n***as Who run it, my n***as, f** the fussin', they buckin' and bussin' Now n***as slump over Robitussin in public Cup full of purple substance or something My n***as, the only thing that move me: 'Excuse me' [Hook] 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 n***as, I tell 'em we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses bruh we steady making 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 sh** my all, ain't got nothing left to lose [Outro] Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko Flacko

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