No Excuses

Album cover art for "No Excuses" by Warhol.SS

Warhol.SS - Rap

No Excuses

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[Intro] (PJ, pipe it up, cuz) [Chorus] Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel Count up a whole quarter mil' I remember when I cracked the seal I remember when these niggas peeled Switched, it's a shame Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane Love, hate, smoke, in the same In the Fisker, switchin' frames Keep it true, we the same [Verse 1] How you fuck up the work it's a shame Caught your hoe and she pull at my Hanes Keep a P or two just for a drought We been havin' this drip like Sarain Keep biscotti wrapped in saran And the double cup filled with the demons Mortal K, kill 'em quick Die slow, he a bitch You a gang, or them niggas you pick Percocet got me wit' a lil' itch He a pussy I chop and he flinch New whip four hunnid' lench .45 burn a nigga up, cristo slide keep it on me young buck John Paul Gaultier sleeve, big gas on me nigga no seeds [Chorus] Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel Count up a whole quarter mil' I remember when I cracked the seal I remember when these niggas peeled Switched, it's a shame Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane Love, hate, smoke, in the same In the Fisker, switchin' frames Keep it true, we the same [Verse 2] Pop out, rock out Got the Glocks out, we the mops now Hit your hoe put her up on some game Need to rob your nigga for some change Bring it back, then she ready Leave a nigga red like spaghetti Private jets and we ride helis Keep some water like I brought the levee's Bending corners I can't need a Chevy Keep a tesla, on Elon Pourin' act' up, in Milan Rockin' Dolce, at the farm New Gabbana they call me Gambino Keep my hoe in Louboutin all times [Chorus] Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel Count up a whole quarter mil' I remember when I cracked the seal I remember when these niggas peeled Switched, it's a shame Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane Love, hate, smoke, in the same In the Fisker, switchin' frames Keep it true, we the same

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