A$AP Rocky - LSD (excusme) | Текст песни

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• A$AP Rocky
• LSD (excusme)

Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems
My cheque arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise
I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas
Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys
I said, "Excuse me, why the fuck you looking, what's your problem?"
I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
All you see is niggas here, so that mean it's triggers there
What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale
I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh
Drive my side in Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
She got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh, you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
(Excuse me) No, I believe the proper term's "Excuse you"
I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to
That’s when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to