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rayles don - no excuses freestyle lyrics

[skit: boosie badass]
you hoes know what’s goin’ on
know what i’m sayin’?
we gon’ keep gettin’ money,and ridin’ ’round mercedes
everythin’ dropped
till you (?)
b+tch, 223, book my sh+t homie

yeah
ayyy

[hook]
b+tches all over my phone (phone),it’s getting kinda confusing (yeah)
feeling like moses malone (lone), can tell by how i ain’t losing(whoo)
drip,designer shoes,papercuts i got me some bruises (bruises)
if you ain’t talking ’bout money lil’ n+gga then don’t come to me with excuses (h+ll naw)

[verse 1]
b+tch two things (two)
need me an m and a couple few things
you came , you changed ,what the f+ck you saying?
i switch hoes like my own shoe game
kick, kicking this sh+t like luis kang (?)
luis bag over my new chain
standing over n+ggas i’m tall like 2chainz
flex hilfigier with a bust down new ring ( hey)
who told these broke n+ggas that they can flex in the club with all of us?
i’ll be in the v.i.p smokin’ on blunts like “barman please come hold my cup!”
balenci, my sneakers giusseppe
designer on floors, gettin’ too messy
i got a girl she be callin’ me daddy ,i hit he so bad that she won’t even text me
address me, rollie two+toned left sleeve (skrr)
got a thing for these thick girls you know donna ’bout that fatty (smash),yeah
all i ever wanted was money and power
felt so good when i walked out the shower
spent less time when k!llin’ these n+ggas, counting my wins , took more hours (sheish)
pockets gettin’ too hefty
can’t hear no evil better off without an earpiece (yeah)
runnin’ this sh+t like a motherf+ckin’ athlete (run it)
firstly ,where the h+ll is my purp’ please (where)
yeah, i gotta win this season ,we can’t be takin’ a loss (nah)
it’s funny how n+ggas still breathin’ , gimme a sec let’s see who the boss
[hook]
b+tches all over my phone (b+tches),it’s getting kinda confusing (whoa)
feeling like moses malone (lone), can tell by how i ain’t losing(yeah)
drip,designer shoes,papercuts i got me some bruises (bruises)
if you ain’t talking ’bout money lil’ n+gga then don’t come to me with excuses (godd+mn)

[outro]
f+ck with me baby
it’s either you goin’ with him or you comin’ with me baby
ha+ha
let’s go

- rayles don lyrics

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