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i was drunk when i wrote this - mr. muthafuckin exquire lyrics

[intro]
p-ssion

[chorus]
what n-gga, what
i don’t give a f-ck
runnin’ ’round the club
liquor spillin’ out my cup
so what, yeah, i’m drunk
pocket full of humps
any n-gga front, we gonna tear the f-cker up
what n-gga, what
i don’t give a f-ck
stumblin’ in the club
liquor spillin’ out my cup
so what, yeah, i’m drunk
pocket full of humps
any n-gga front, we gonna tear the f-cker up

[verse 1]
shout my n-gga 2pac
cause i know he down to die for me
shout my n-gga heron
i know he’ll let it fly for me
shout my n-gga goldie glo
i know he’d catch a body for me
1.6 from ?
i ain’t got f-ckin’ worries
i send them n-ggas to the cemetery
i made sure them n-ggas buried
i made sure them n-ggas k!lled
sweep ’em all quick, in a hurry
move c0ke with no inventory
made sure that my n-ggas eatin’
them was starvin’, them was schemin’
?
that’s louis sheets that b-tch is sleepin’ in
that fabric gone, well, that been satin
satin drawers like i’m a f-ggot
attract these hoes just like a magnet
abcs with my drawers saggin’
f-ck laws in that benz wagon
?
you bullsh-ttin’, man
f-ck the h-ssle
we gettin’ money, yeah, all dazzle
where the threesome with latin hoes
bossed up like mac a zoe
you toss off, that mac’ll blow
my stunt on accident
n-gga, f-ck you rappin’ for
you sound just like me
plus, you look just like me, n-gga

[bridge]
you’re gettin’ money, right

[verse 2]
you’re gettin’ money, right
well tell these b-tches, get up off your d-ck
i got visions, clockin’ digits
with my n-ggas, man, that shift
i’m on some other sh-t
f-ck the government
barack can suck a d-ck
free my n-gga los
man, that sh-t be false imprisonment
teardrop, hopscotch
duckin’ acid raindrops
liquor make my brain pop
molly make my brain pop
dinosaur, with the the-
saurus say for answers
acknowledgement, where the door
say, god, need some answers
faded, my belief in god
sometimes i believe in god
even when the evens odd
d-mn, this life can be so hard
dollars cure my bleeding heart
i wrote this song to free my thoughts
popped the cork and let it pour
now pour that sh-t in my cup

- mr muthafuckin exquire lyrics

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