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FANTASTICAL J.PEE - No Excuses lyrics

Artist: FANTASTICAL J.PEE

album: No Excuses


I do it for money and I do it for fame
If you don't want either than get out of my face
Bitch said she do so I took her to chase
Took the fat stash and left without a trace
Every time the plug came back this shit got wrapped up
Puttin' on knee socks holdup let me add it up
Buying new reebok, the store make me act tuff
I got two girls one called my bluff, ruff I'm stuff
Andrew Tate could barely juggle my act
I'm getting too wrapped up I need a setback
Gotta clean slate, haters gon' hate, fuck being straight
I'm the new candidate
Served on a silver plate
Fuckin' too much man I'm always late
I'm mentally ill, it's kill or be killed
Blabbing making new drill, my bloods getting spilled
Busy trilling in the lairs, caught breathing in the air
Nobody ever care, Only to God I swear
This Shit's getting scary and this shit's getting hairy
Missing all my parries, I'm always getting carried
Need no bitches I only know fear
I'm just the same as I was last year
Chilling with my homies and we sipping mad beer
I'm just the same as I was last year
Need no bitches I only know fear
I'm just the same as I was last year
Chilling with my homies and we sipping mad beer
I'm just the same as I was last year
Ok
Please, you think you called me out bitch called a beast
Naw I'll just say I'll play
Naw play everyday
What you say
Naw I play every single fucking day
This shit ain't different
So much weed I smoke
Toast to the goats
With a P.S. she wrote
How you falling for so much tomfoolery
Treating me different almost like you've been using me
Excuses excuses
Shit I don't want to hear em'
Murder she wrote and she put me in her mentions
Ok im just saying now I don't mind that
Shit's cap might whack em with baseball bats
Their positions' getting tough hope they don't fall flat
Natural acrobat
I got something on these fools
Rebuild cul-de-sac
Ok, they sitting stools
Lemme unload
Lemme unload
I'm going gung-ho
Wear nothing but white clothes
Propose
That I'll take em' by their heads
Going to paint the room red
They're going to be more than dead
Their shreds finally fulfill the dread
Take the stick with us, you better use it on this hike
We'll need something stronger than our fists to fight
Ok right on my mark, 1, 2, 3, can you cut the lights
We'll catch em' by surprise, and leave out sense of sight
Just let me leave
Naw, I'm dry-heaving
I cannot breathe
Need no bitches I only know fear
I'm just the same as I was last year
Chilling with my homies and we sipping mad beer
I'm just the same as I was last year
Need no bitches I only know fear
I'm just the same as I was last year
Chilling with my homies and we sipping mad beer
I'm just the same as I was last year
Ok
Please, you think you called me out bitch called a beast
Naw I'll just say I'll play
Naw play everyday
What you say
Naw I play every single fucking day
This shit ain't different
So much weed I smoke
Toast to the goats
With a P.S. she wrote
How you falling for so much tomfoolery
Treating me different almost like you've been using me
Excuses excuses
Shit I don't want to hear em'
Murder she wrote and she put me in her mentions
Ok
Please, you think you called me out bitch called a beast
Naw I'll just say I'll play
Naw play everyday
What you say
Naw I play every single fucking day
This shit ain't different
So much weed I smoke
Toast to the goats
With a P.S. she wrote
How you falling for so much tomfoolery
Treating me different almost like you've been using me
Excuses excuses
Shit I don't want to hear em'
Murder she wrote and she put me in her mentions

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