paroles de chanson Excuse Me - $Toney

I'm like excuse me I'm wiping my nose I ain't talkin slat
I tell my bro to play somethin we bussin it straight off the bat
I ran it up for a couple of months now I'm straight off the racks
I hit the store get whatever I want take it straight off the rack
I couldn't tell you the number or money I made off the trap
Fly out to Cali and cop me a couple then take off wit that
I jus might jump in that new Lamborghini and take off in that
Ain't no more room on my dick for you bitches so stay off of that

Pop me a xanny it fuck up tempo
Lace up my timberlands nigga I'm Ten toes
I jus touched down and it feel like end zone
That nigga hatin on me cuz his endz low
I jus might fuck on that lil bitch 5 times
45 shots they gon hit you wit 5 9s
Ain't 50 cent but I pulled up wit 5 dime
Ballin like NBA nigga it's prime time
I ain't jus ballin I feel like the coach
We in the projects you jus a roach
I met yo bitch n she doin the most
Keep tryna tag me in all of her posts
I get the bacon we havin a roast
I'm in my duffle I'm baggin ya hoe
She wanna ride on the dick til it sink
You hear that beep when she back up the boat

I'm like excuse me I'm wiping my nose I ain't talkin slat
I tell my bro to play somethin we bussin it straight off the bat
I ran it up for a couple of months now I'm straight off the racks
I hit the store get whatever I want take it straight off the rack
I couldn't tell you the number or money I made off the trap
Fly out to Cali and cop me a couple then take off wit that
I jus might jump in that new Lamborghini and take off in that
Ain't no more room on my dick for you bitches so stay off of that

Oh that's my slime, oh that's my slat
He do the time he won't drop a dime cuz he ain't no rat
Oh that's my dawgg, Oh that's bro
We get the money together ain't fallin our about a hoe
Oh that's my day 1 my nigga a1
We in the party I dare you to say sum
You got a fast car I got a fast car
Ok my nigga is you tryna race em
I got like 2 freaky bitches that's waiting for me at my suite and I can't to taste em
All of my ops like a blunt of cookies I take to the dome cuz I can't wait to face em

I'm like excuse me I'm wiping my nose I ain't talkin slat
I tell my bro to play somethin we bussin it straight off the bat
I ran it up for a couple of months now I'm straight off the racks
I hit the store get whatever I want take it straight off the rack
I couldn't tell you the number or money I made off the trap
Fly out to Cali and cop me a couple then take off wit that
I jus might jump in that new Lamborghini and take off in that
Ain't no more room on my dick for you bitches so stay off of that