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Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐 실례할게요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
날 좀 봐요 그댈 원해요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐 실례할게요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐만요 (Hey, 3 2 1 go)

넌 너무 멋져 난 아름답고
우린 보나 마나 천생연분일 거야
이런 기분 첨이야 깜짝 놀랐는걸
나도 모르게 난 너에게

첫눈에 반했잖아 심장이 멈추잖아
들리니 My heart baby
뭐 딴거 보지 말고 이제 날 느껴 봐
Come on baby 이제 나에게로

Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐만요 시간 있나요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
날 좀 봐요 그댈 원하잖아요
처음 뵙고 실례인 줄 알면서도
꼭 하고 싶은 말이 있어요
그대의 전화번호 자 어서 빨리
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me

잠깐 실례할게
Baby boy dance with the devil
너가 날 찍었으니 찍어 봐 전화번호
0108 1004 날 부르는 My number
어린 나보다도 그런 용기 없이
어디 감히 날 넘봐

난 니가 자꾸만 떠올라
아무것도 할 수 없잖아 Ooh woah
오랜만이야 이런 기분
[혜/설] 나도 정말 너 땜에

Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐만요 시간 있나요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
날 좀 봐요 그댈 원하잖아요
처음 뵙고 실례인 줄 알면서도
꼭 하고 싶은 말이 있어요
그대의 전화번호 자 어서 빨리
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me

Hey, excuse me
알다가도 모르겠어 너란 애
Hey, excuse me
왜 자꾸 내 맘 모르는 척해
왜 이리 도도해 Baby
어쩜 이리 둔해 Baby
발만 동동 구르고 있잖아
Excuse me baby

자꾸만 눈이 가 너무 궁금해 니가
오늘 처음 만난 너란 남자가 난 왜
꼭 미친 것처럼 홀린 것처럼
너만 따라가고 있어

Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
잠깐만요 시간 있나요
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me
날 좀 봐요 그댈 원하잖아요
처음 뵙고 실례인 줄 알면서도
꼭 하고 싶은 말이 있어요
그대의 전화번호 자 어서 빨리
Excuse me, cuse me baby
Cuse me, cuse me

When you’re weary
When you’re down and out
Lay your hands on me
When you’re weary
When you’re down and out
Lay your hands on me
I count my blessings
I think of all I have
She never thought about it
Then threw It all away
Left It all to chance
She tore down fences
Now It seems so wasted
Wish she could turn back time
Now she’s down on her knees to pray
Begging please, make it good
Make It good somehow
She will do what It takes to change
Someone please, make it good
Make It good somehow
Someone please
When you’re weary
When you’re down and out
Lay your hands on me
She had a vision
Time to make a stand
For all she used to be
To turn her life around
To take back yesterday is
Never easy
When you’re on your own
It seems impossible, so
Now she’s down on her knees to pray
Begging please, make it good
Make It good somehow
She will do what It takes to change
Someone please, make it good
Make It good somehow
Someone please
Welcome to your revolution
What you dream Is what you see
There’s no rules, no regulations
Let the music set you free
Now she’s down on her knees to pray
Begging please, make It good
Make It good somehow
She will do what It takes to change
Someone please, make It good
Make It good somehow
Someone please
When you’re weary
When you’re down and out
Lay your hands on me
When you’re weary
When you’re down and out
Lay your hands on me

Stop your runnin’ about
It’s time you straighten right out
Stop your runnin’ around
Making problems in town

Aha-a Rudy, a message to you
Rudy, a message to you

You’re growing older each day
You want to think of your future
Or you might wind up in jail
And you will suffer

Aha-a Rudy, a message to you
Rudy, a message to you

Stop your runnin’ about
It’s time you straighten right out
Stop your runnin’ around
Making problems in town

Aha-a Rudy, a message to you
Rudy, a message to you

[Verse 1] (Naledzii)
Tell me when you done with them lames

Tell me when you done with them phonies and fakes

Tell me when you done with them insta mamis

Always tryna get some meat off your plate

You say you got dudes you can trust
Is that a truth or a must

As you don’t wanna get left in the dust

While they busy popping bottles in the club
Honey that’s a lie

Who knows you better than I
Even your fam knows that you me multiplied

That’s that shit you can’t deny
At least with me you know I’m a ride or die

So can we give it one try
Coz you know it’s real in my eyes

When will you realise
When will you realise
That you’ve always been mine

[Hook]
We’ve been grindin’ since from day one with my team

They thought we ain’t gon’ make it
Don’t waste my time

We on…….we on,for you lames
(Kimiller on the track)

[Verse 2] (Tiga Maine)
I gotta get money in many ways
I struggled and fumbled for 15 days

Every list you find me on top like a crust
Don’t meddle in my bu’ness forget bout my past

Don’t talk to me like that
You have to show respect

Don’t worry my Nigga
I’m the number one suspect

The lines that you’re spitting
They so fascinating

You make me feel better
And stop suffocating

Look at the nation
And tell me what’s poppin’

Look at these lames
And tell me what’s crackin’

Lemme do my thing
And forget the rest

Don’t take me for granted
They know I’m the best

These niggas on t.v
They’re lame and shitty

Broads like you
They fly and pretty

I’m too legit to quit
I like the way I spit

I’m not a hypocrite
Hol’ on I’m done with em

[Hook]
We’ve been grindin’ since from day one with my team

They thought we ain’t gon’ make it
Don’t waste my time

We on…….we on,for you lames
(Kimiller on the track). ×2

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom
That’ll turn that nigga to a ghost
Ain’t no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
Niggas walk around this shit, no hope
Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty
Niggas wanna bang, want no smoke
Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
Nigga tryna stack, show you how it go
Follow my eyes, shit gon’ be right on the prize
Repping the set with the gods
Split up them pods
Run up the check to get high
Fuck it, my nigga, we crying
Out of my mind, most of these niggas is lying
All of my shit a design
Look at me shine, nigga might hit a few lines
Then I might bang on your dime
Do it, I hope
You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
Repping the coast
All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
Word to my bros
Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
Blowing my dope
Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs
Taking those shorts
Jedi, I came with the force
Roll up and spark up the torch
Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous’
This for the niggas we lost
Don’t trap on the corner, killers is in the town
Nigga not ducking ’round
Fuck with the growers, hit me, I need your loud
Shipping, you get your pounds

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Call me the pack-tifist, smoke hella weed
Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
Grew to a money tree, as it should be
Got some young niggas gunning while on LSD
They want my hundreds, start hitting the bitch
When I open like auras, she thought I was cute
Hold up, now you retreat
Make you bow to the feet
I ain’t rocking designer, red bottom my speaker
Don’t get your people annihilated
Sip the sap and my pupils be dilated
I reside in the group with the finest ladies
Free my mind now I move with no limitations
We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate
Ain’t no fucking trophies when you in the grave
Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
Manifested my future on daily basis
Getting stoned like Medusa, ’bout getting paper
Cop a P, then we move it, don’t tell the neighbors
Only blow OG, that potent flavor
Nigga, roll me a dollie and then I face it
Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it
Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it

[Hook: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zipper, then mental relax
Stashing the gas when I fly through the map
Got it on me, nigga, know it’s a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro’?
Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go