Excuse Me

作词 : Christopher Wallace/Lamont Porter/Kimberly Jones/R. Ayers/S. Striplin/B. Bedford

作曲 : Christopher Wallace/Lamont Porter/Kimberly Jones/R. Ayers/S. Striplin/B. Bedford

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You wanna sip Moe' on my living room flo'

Play Nintendo with Ceas and Nino

Pick up my phone say 'Poppa not home'

Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Spin my V's, smoke all my weed

Tattoo on your pussy saying 'B-I-G'

Now check it

You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya?

You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya

Picture life as my wife just think

Full length minks, fat X and O links

Bracelets to match, conversation was all that

Showed you the safe combinations and all that

Guess you could say you was the one I trusted

Who would ever think

That you would spread like mustard

shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot

Took me to court tried to take all I got

Another intricate plot

The bitch said I raped her

Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?

My Mo-schi-no ho, my Ver-sace hottie

Come to find out, you was ****ing everybody

You knew about me, the fake I.D

Cases in Virginia, body in D.C

Woe oh is me that's what I get for trickin'

Pay my own bail, commence the a** kickin'

Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four

All you heard was 'Poppa don't hit me no more

Disrespect my click, my shit 's imperial

**** around and made her milk box material

You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips

Cause of you, I'm on some real

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Niggas betta grab a seat

Grab on ya dick as this bitch gets deep

Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite

Young bitch from the streets guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound

Now I'm Billboard now, niggas pressed to hit it

Play me like a chicken

Thinkin' I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks

Rather count a million while you eat my pussy

Push me to the limit get my feelings in it

Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat-in

You wanna be my main squeeze nigga, don't cha

You wanna lick between my knees nigga

Don't cha wanna see me whipping ya three down the ave

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad

Break up affairs lick shots in the air

You get vex and start swingin' everywhere

Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me

Pull out your 9, while I shit on mine

And what nigga? I ain't got time for this

So what nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit

Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits

Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel Nine boots

Things to make up for all the games and the lies

Hallmark cards, sayin' I apologize

Is you wit me, how could you ever deceive me

But payback's a bitch mother****er, believe me

Naw I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow

Jus a lil somethin' to let you mother****ers know

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