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peewee longway – excuses lyrics

excuses, excuses, n-gg- got too many excuses
excuses, excuses, n-gg- got too many excuses

i’m your boyfriend favorite rapper n-gg- from atlanta
wanna take pictures with me like ‘scuse me
i’mma catch that box, i’mma whip that brick
n-gg- can’t go broke, no excuses (go to work then)
50 on my wrist caught your b-tch suzy-choosy
sent your b-tch back home with excuses
i’mma get the money no excuses
i’mma wake up and trap no excuses
if yo b-tch can’t catch the box then she useless
i’mma sip on tussionex by the dueces
wake up get back at it no excuses
i just want that money, no excuses
pull up in a rari red crucial
tussionex young n-gg- leanin’ off a deuce
rattle looking like a donk trunk coming thru
rose gold forgiatos mounted deuce deuce
blue benjamins in my pocket they stuffed bruce bruce
me and my n-gg-s stay down to the bust down what it do
trappin’ and rappin’ we gone make it happen no excuses
norbs in the cabinet, chopper came with machete
young n-gg- get the package trap it at 7-11
momma said i gotta be back in by before 11
no excuses, leanin’ man i’m feelin’ like 50 and lucci
45 free gucci
half way home n-gg- half way out
baby daddy singin’ all my songs in the house
standin’ in the mirror like a b-tch
got yo hoe sayin’ why yo on longway d-ck
young n-gg- longway rich, b-tch
young n-gg- longway kick, get off his d-ck
b-tch mumbling on the breath got d-ck on the kiss
longway f-ck like he 6’6
ferragamo buckle i ain’t cuff no b-tch
drop the top i’m in a 6 4 hit switch
rollie on my wrist longway bernie mitch
i don’t give a f-ck n-gg- sixth sense
why a p-ssy n-gg- playin’ got six cents
i’mma let the 30 send him six feet
ain’t no excuses free big meech
longway and chapo, peewee

50 bar on a n-gg- wrist game
fifty pears you can it sent 80k
ain’t no more excuses why you ain’t makin’ your wrist cold
sippin’ and spillin’ that while i’m smokin on nabisco
too many excuses why you be screaming you ain’t rich, hoe
boy she got baby p-ssy but a fool suckin’ d-ck though
got a little boyfriend pulling up pulling’ kick-doors
i got the fn i’mma blow off a big toe
i say what i wanna say i at any n-gg- like pac
n-gg-s tryin play in the sins, so i send em on out
(n-gg-s sinnin’ now he don’t even play all that sh-t)
f-ck what they sayin’ imma pull up on the scene hangin’ like a bandit
i got like a band my palms on red
p-ssy n-gg- got a fake card like frendie
hit his -ss right there where he standing
longway yeah he high demanding
standing in the kitchen trappin’ that pack up out the cabinet
zippers on zippers and them xannies
jackie tan a make than b-tch jump up right out her panties
you a think she managed
got too many chances to throw the ball like madden
you would think longway from cali
(longway b-tch)

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