Dj Kay

Dj Kay - Excuse Me lyrics

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Shit ain’t gravy, shit ain’t wavy

Not even close, to cope a steady maybe

Day county dog, little runt with the rabies

Call dcf, we drowning these babies

Cuba, Haiti, voodoo, ladies

Diamonds, rubies, you be, hating

Feel my talents now you see how my style is

Brutal, malice, but violent

Gunplay real name ratchet maraules

A nigga trigger finger catching the chalice

I go woof, to all the cats in the alley

Stepping on these rats in my balleys

With bats in the caddie

… now looking chevy, gold for the gold

Retriever, labby, torch, g the k bx, ain’t it

Triple c, leave your g ass, paining

Bogota, madion, both born away here

And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here

Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem

Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!

Ball all day, never sit on the benches

Bitches want attention and niggas wanna be mention

2 45 is what a nigga benching

Ain’t no scope it just …me

Grab a rope, get the linch in

I’m handing rappers suspensions

School of hard nox, I’m cut from a hard block

We’re pumping them hard rocks

I’m in the drop, one button away from a hard top

I’m playing in the park lot, away with the…watch

Sitting on wile e, foulplay, while I stay on my toes like balee

No cars, but have more keys than valee

Get raw, they hand me the keys the way you down stay, ok

If I play the ball, the chris pause

Kick saw, deal in the cars with slick talk

Sick boy, I go hard, I spit raw

Pause broads, I do more laws than Chris…

Bogota, madion, both born away here

And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here

Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem

Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!

Trust who? I don’t know who to trust

I got my armor out, I don’t know who to bust

My bbs diamonds got them hating on me

Stick up kids outside the club they waiting on me

I hit them up, now they waiting on the paramedics

Them niggas needed to get shot, like a diabetic

Portorican girls in my hotel room

I let my man fuck em, he going to jail soon

He got a threesome before he did his 1 to 3

I almost walked in the court room with my gun on me

And niggas stay strapped, on mostly gotta have em

A nigga still banging, on most he got I’m rapping

Shut the club down, pour 100 bottles

Oh what’s the molly team, I’m off with luciano

You know big talk, boss shit

When I do it, I do it big, horseshit

Bogota, madion, both born away here

And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here

Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem

Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!

All I need is one square to function

And a connect that will meet me at the junction

Niggas talking reckless for nothing

But as long as it’s behind my back

I’m cool with niggas fronting

Cops on the street is like watching tv

Lay back in the curtain, watch them easy

They say real g’s move in silent

So in order to get it, I just had to be me

Any plug comes with pc

Me first, me second, me three

They say you ain’t a money nigga

Till your whip is a year ahead and your chick is out of DC

But my phillie thing is imperial

That thing out in Virginia is wife material

My California love is so serial

My Indianapolis thing is so motor vehicle

Bogota, madion, both born away here

And when they drop, you know they gonna stay here

Machines, machetes, maybach, mayhem

Excuse me motherfucker, ehem!<br />

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