a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

caexar - no excuse كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
and this is it
you’re not gonna have these problems
f_ck the drugs
f_ck the cigarettes
f_ck that dumb b_tch
it all starts f_cking today
all right
no more f_cking excuses
that’s the f_cking
this is the year of the f_cking soldier

[chorus]
no excuse no excuse
get the bag can’t complain
there’s no use no cutting slack
need it bad fancy suits
ditch the rags put up shots
i shoot and miss i run it back

[bridge]
rinse and repeat read the label
gassin’ you fume is fatal
mincin’ the meat if it’s beef or quarrel
i k!ll you like cain did abel
packin’ the heat she gone take the barrel
only miss when i’m aiming the facial
spreading my seeds i’m sonning these rappers
slept on me inside a cradle huh
[verse 1]
to the grave and till i die misbehavin’
in the cave was my alibi
did the tape and all the jobs they was fairly odd
had to save and spraying tar and asphalt
i paved the way huh
for my team got rainchecks to redeem
and i need the green with the interest
i know you been getting fat that’s my breakfast
while we was in budapest
city hungry for a new regime
no more ramadan evil bak_man
never lolicon but rape every little thing i’m on
like i’m jeffery dahmer k!ll you battymons like the p_ss
don’t need no hair salon that’s the diet i’m on
never beat around rhododendron
b_tch i’m saruman with the magic wand
smoking on tree kush

[chorus]
no excuse no excuse
get the bag can’t complain
there’s no use no turning back
wrote these raps dr. seuss
rich and black put up shots
i shoot and miss i run it back
[bridge]
rinse repeat read the label
gassin’ you fame is fatal
mincin’ the meat if it’s beef
i stab your brain with the bone in your nasal
packin the heat we gone pull out the rifles
n_ggas in mortal peril
spreading my seeds these rappers be sterile
we buzzin’ like bees on the petal

[verse 2]
my n_ggas blastin’ the f_ck you mean?
turn the block into vietnam
he gone leave the scene if it’s action
with a dot like he shah rukh khan
n_ggas rappin’ they dont got my lexicon
they epsom salty i’m op i should be retconned
they sloppy i’m sl!ck as sebum
hikikomori mint like eucalypt_balm
in trenches in somme_niac i’m slept on
divan the sultan run sh_t lac operon
address me sheik shukran
was in that grey tucson
we raced to put the group on
they say my flow bouillon
taste great sick wuhan
oni ill as omicron tell dame hop on
this train to busan run brains
to clan in koga blouson
[chorus]
no excuse no excuse
get the bag can’t complain
there’s no use no cutting slack
need it bad fancy suits
ditch the rags put up shots
i shoot and miss i run it back

- caexar

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة