Chorus: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
I told King he better chill Pop a, perc, we got a lo
And our shooters always ready Pop a, perc, he hit the road ( he hit the roaaad)
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneakin' mane, they do that shit for show
On the gram, he sayin' what? That boy Marc know he a ho
What's his name? Was by that store! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' when on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They call Scooby by tha stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
Free Luh Trey's out, tha cell, mane em boys went out and spoke ( Go, go, Go)
That boy claimin' he a stepper, by himself, he's just a ho
We caught him and his brother out the P.J, that's on folks
That bitch f*ck me, think I'm king, cause I always keep it groovy
On the net, they super tough, in real life they, keep it pushin
Why the f*ck? Are you so rude? I be hangin' with Luh' Ruddy
Pre Verse: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
Bitch, I'm Moosey with that K, at a party with a switch
My double G, they have no brain, knock a stricter off his Cleats
What's his name? Was tryna run? When he got hit, with the switch
The other one was in the back, he was screamin' like a bitch (Ahhhhh)
And his brother tried to spin, he got robbed just like a bitch
Man, em' HOz be acting strange, hope y'all could' excuse my French
Verse one: ( Lil Punish)
Pop me a jig now, bitch, I'm feelin' groovy
Titties on my chop, and we shoot it like a movie
Got your bitch up in the trap, she shakin' all that booty
Ain't talkin' bout loops, but man, you niggas fruity
Balenci on my shirt, and my shoes came from Louis
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Hop up in the coupe, then I slide off in the two-seat (gone)
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Chorus: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
I told King he better chill, pop a perc, we got a lo
And our shooters, always ready, pop a perc, he hit the road
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneak dissin, man, they do, tha shit for show
On the gram, he sayin, what? That boy Marc know he a hoe
What's his name? What bout I sto! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They caught scooby bout to stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
TkMooseyy3k - EXCUSE MY FRENCH 2 (feat. LIL PUNISH) Lyrics
TkMooseyy3k - EXCUSE MY FRENCH 2 (feat. LIL PUNISH) Lyrics
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English
Chorus: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
I told King he better chill Pop a, perc, we got a lo
And our shooters always ready Pop a, perc, he hit the road ( he hit the roaaad)
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneakin' mane, they do that shit for show
On the gram, he sayin' what? That boy Marc know he a ho
What's his name? Was by that store! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' when on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They call Scooby by tha stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
Free Luh Trey's out, tha cell, mane em boys went out and spoke ( Go, go, Go)
That boy claimin' he a stepper, by himself, he's just a ho
We caught him and his brother out the P.J, that's on folks
That bitch f*ck me, think I'm king, cause I always keep it groovy
On the net, they super tough, in real life they, keep it pushin
Why the f*ck? Are you so rude? I be hangin' with Luh' Ruddy
Pre Verse: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
Bitch, I'm Moosey with that K, at a party with a switch
My double G, they have no brain, knock a stricter off his Cleats
What's his name? Was tryna run? When he got hit, with the switch
The other one was in the back, he was screamin' like a bitch (Ahhhhh)
And his brother tried to spin, he got robbed just like a bitch
Man, em' HOz be acting strange, hope y'all could' excuse my French
Verse one: ( Lil Punish)
Pop me a jig now, bitch, I'm feelin' groovy
Titties on my chop, and we shoot it like a movie
Got your bitch up in the trap, she shakin' all that booty
Ain't talkin' bout loops, but man, you niggas fruity
Balenci on my shirt, and my shoes came from Louis
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Hop up in the coupe, then I slide off in the two-seat (gone)
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Chorus: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
I told King he better chill, pop a perc, we got a lo
And our shooters, always ready, pop a perc, he hit the road
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneak dissin, man, they do, tha shit for show
On the gram, he sayin, what? That boy Marc know he a hoe
What's his name? What bout I sto! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They caught scooby bout to stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
I told King he better chill Pop a, perc, we got a lo
And our shooters always ready Pop a, perc, he hit the road ( he hit the roaaad)
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneakin' mane, they do that shit for show
On the gram, he sayin' what? That boy Marc know he a ho
What's his name? Was by that store! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' when on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They call Scooby by tha stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
Free Luh Trey's out, tha cell, mane em boys went out and spoke ( Go, go, Go)
That boy claimin' he a stepper, by himself, he's just a ho
We caught him and his brother out the P.J, that's on folks
That bitch f*ck me, think I'm king, cause I always keep it groovy
On the net, they super tough, in real life they, keep it pushin
Why the f*ck? Are you so rude? I be hangin' with Luh' Ruddy
Pre Verse: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
Bitch, I'm Moosey with that K, at a party with a switch
My double G, they have no brain, knock a stricter off his Cleats
What's his name? Was tryna run? When he got hit, with the switch
The other one was in the back, he was screamin' like a bitch (Ahhhhh)
And his brother tried to spin, he got robbed just like a bitch
Man, em' HOz be acting strange, hope y'all could' excuse my French
Verse one: ( Lil Punish)
Pop me a jig now, bitch, I'm feelin' groovy
Titties on my chop, and we shoot it like a movie
Got your bitch up in the trap, she shakin' all that booty
Ain't talkin' bout loops, but man, you niggas fruity
Balenci on my shirt, and my shoes came from Louis
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Hop up in the coupe, then I slide off in the two-seat (gone)
Posted in the cut, and I'm with my nigga Moosey
If you try some funny shit, I'll smoke you like a doobie
Hit you in your shirt, leave it red like some rubies
Chorus: ( TKMOOSEYY3K)
I told King he better chill, pop a perc, we got a lo
And our shooters, always ready, pop a perc, he hit the road
Heard em' Boyz keep on sneak dissin, man, they do, tha shit for show
On the gram, he sayin, what? That boy Marc know he a hoe
What's his name? What bout I sto! When he got hit, with that pole
He was dissin' on the set, now he's beggin' for his soul
They caught scooby bout to stop, on his birthday, he got bombed
My nigga no face at the party, he gon' take you as a joke
Writer: KARL EDMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid