| For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man
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| (this for my broke jiggy niggas)
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Excuse me, fuck out my face
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| They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket
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| I learned that from a very wise man
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| Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems
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| My check arrive mañana, I’ma pay my debt, I promise
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| I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas
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| Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys
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| I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? |
| What’s your problem?
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| I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
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| All you see is niggas here, so that means it’s triggers there
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| What you mean? |
| We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale
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| I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh
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| Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
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| She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
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| Oh you mean like Q-Tip? |
| Now that girl my new bitch
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| Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term’s excuse you
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| I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to
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| That’s when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
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| I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to
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| Excuse me, I tell them they’re excused
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| What’s the word around town, tell me what’s the latest news
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| And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes
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| Ain’t got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves
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| And I, run the game even when they bend the rules
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| I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues
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| And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
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| Cause I gave this shit my all, ain’t got nothing left to lose
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| Tell me why the little niggas talking like they killas, bruh
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| Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh
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| But I stay 100 cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh
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| Mobbing like 2Pacalypse or bishop how I Hit 'Em Up
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| Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em
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| Dig 'em up again, to say I did it
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| Snitches excuse me, mind your business, bruh
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| Swear that you could get it, girl
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| She a fashion killa, huh?
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| Killa girl, I’m a go-getter, she get it, girl
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| Flacko, where you been?
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| I’ve been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
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| Flacko, how you been?
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| I’m still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
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| Flacko, where you been?
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| I’ve been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
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| Flacko, how you been?
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| I’ve been thuggin' with my…
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| Buggin' with my niggas, go sluggin'
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| Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas
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| Who run it, my niggas
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| Fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin',
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| Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public
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| Cup full of purple substance or something
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| My niggas, the only thing that move me:
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| 'Excuse me'
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| Flacko |