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YNG Martyr

Excuse Me!

 

Excuse Me!


Brr

Red light, red dot, throwing up bands!
Shorty in the back give me head, no hands
In a way or two how shorty gonna land?
She thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
One, two, living living lavish
Got her two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold carats
Smoking on green dope, pass no cabbage

'Cause the choppa got kick back
Shorty got a thick ass
Break a bitch back like a motherfucking KitKat
Wonder where I get that
Looking at your bitch ass
Looking right past and I like yo' wrist
Okay bet
Wrist ticking like a tic tic tac
Now I gotta beat it up like Michael Jack
No we did no chit chit chat
We just running up the stacks, all facts, no cap
Pardon my manners, pardon my past
My shawty too bad, my backstage pass
Fit too [?]
My drip like tap
[?] 12 [?]
I'm off a edible, shit is incredible
Counting my guap and I'm stacking my decimals
I keep a stick and a mop like a janitor
We coming up like doors of an Aventador
We just been at it for days
Now we in bed with the snakes, huh
I got a list of my enemies working essentially minimum wage
Got some new jeans, now my pockets really different, yeah
Had to go put that shit on gang
I ain't gotta worry, I be married to the money
And you know I had to (Brr) ring up the bank
'Cause I got the bankroll and I got the dank roll
And I got the papers in my pants
She just hit a payphone, said she wanna lay low
Oh she wanna fuck? (Brr) Goddamn! Yeah!

Red light, red dot, throwing up bands!
Shorty in the back give me head, no hands
In a way or two how shorty gonna land?
She thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
One, two, living living lavish
Got her two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold carats
Smoking on green dope, pass no cabbage, uh

Uhm, excuse me, sir. Uhm, it appears the payment has been declined. Uhm, perhaps, uh, try and cer-certain the card, sir or maybe it comes down to the fact that, uh, YOU'RE BROKE, BITCH!

Red light, red dot, throwing up bands!
Shorty in the back give me head, no hands
In a way or two how shorty gonna land?
She thought it was a gun, it was a cock in my pants
One, two, living living lavish
Got her two, three, four, no baggage
And I got four, five, six, gold carats
Smoking on green dope, pass no cabbage

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