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Song Lyrics:

[CHORUS] Pardon me, pardon me. Money, bitches and a lot of trees; all we niggas fuckin' really need; no trouble and some Hennessey. Pardon me, pardon me. Give you stitches when you fuck with me. Hope you humans on your fuckin' feet; hope you humans off your fuckin' feels. • [VERSE1] A little bubbly in the breeze; lines cold makes these niggas call me mean Tryna keep 'em clean but this life been, "keep' a nigga on this nicotine" Always gotta make a nose bleed on my own screed Like, wait up 'til I make the fuckin screen. It('s) been so Frank that the flow is deeper than an Ocean - how do i feel? I feel, maybe, I' been bullied why I always got these niggas bodied; I' been upset Writing verses like I'm toking on a fuckin' spiked jet It's beauty of a fuckin sunset on this art shit I'm so set. Like I'm Nazi, I' been killing niggas who been naughty; since it's "fuck me" You don't wanna get me started Adolf Hitler 'bout to fuck shit; leave 'em haunted now I'm wanted Bin Laden shit fuckin' new breed; cause' a fuckin scene Sometimes I don't know what I fuckin mean but I see these bodies on my fuckin feet - get 'em all killed, Xaddy Potter • [CHORUS] • [VERSE2] (yeah) Don't you do stunt on a nigga, please Find me chilling, in my own feels Pardon me, 4OUR20 got 'em fuckin' trees off the lean though Catch these jets out with Blvqlip My ex probably wanted Netflix So on this money like we' bandits; never ease the pain I try to get the flow insane, murder all these lames; I ain't really with the games I ain't really with your fake plays My girl left me for another lame, what a fucking pain And on this pussy I'm like so Sage, 6th path on the damn cake, hit a few moves just to flip the stage But gotta get this money on my name, so fuck your games! (Pardon me!) Counting dead bodies been a hobby, swear some rappers tripping for a story Some rappers been here looking dodgy; think they'll probably fumble when they know me It's royal rumble when you on me - so don't you stumble 'pon my own beef Money, bitches - damn I'll make you pee • [CHORUS] • [The End]

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