A AP Rocky LSD (verse 3)
Verse 3 Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems My check arrive mañana, Ima 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 lookin Whats your problem I swear we gon have drama if you touch my tailored garments All you see is niggas here, so that means its 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 Try my side in Harlem, catch me ridin with my nina, bruh She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh Oh you mean like QTip Now that girl my new bitch Excuse me, no, I believe the proper terms excuse you I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin if I choose to Thats when the new you becomin different since they knew you I guess the new me is gon take some gettin used to
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