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mau mau - mr. muthafuckin exquire lyrics

[ verse 1 – mr. m-th-f-ckin’ exquire ]
nappy headed nubian
snap the comb bristles
triple distilled whisky
military issued pistols
discontinued saw
puking in my rear view
sl-t like “ew” but she still gonna f-ck us all
d-ck half hard, trying to f-ck while i roll
i just hit it just to hit it, i ain’t even get to c-m
reem stole the phone
he tried to slide off her wedding ring, she noticed
d-mn this n-gga f-cked up everything
found her old tops
charge up the car for 93
f-cked up how them n-ggas never got a ring
i don’t trust n0body i only trust me
i got a lesbian broad who only f-ck me
minx made of sasquatch
front get your -ss squashed
dropped out at 15, still a n-gga mad smart
the cia say my rhymes is a thought crime
the dash between your birth and death is your lifeline
live and be an outlaw
die and be a martyr
i ain’t working for the rest of my life
that sh-t’s r-t-rded
philosophy of mau mau
f-ck that k!ll everything
screaming f-ck the world as my nuclear bomb detonate
all he found was some residue and yellow paint
grabbing my nuts at the pearly gates
used to paint my face with soap like the ultimate warrior
shirtless in my draws not knowing that sh-t was always us
i doubt jim h-llwig could whip some zulu -ss
indifferent misfit used the rule of math
got connects with hungarian thugs in budapest
mostly white collar crime but still them tools’ll blast
my father’s a plumber, i’m nothing like him
that’s that mario sh-t i’m more like bison
that means i’mma live in this bar till my life done
a lot of sh-t i know, i only write some

[ verse 2 – maffew ragazino ]
aspired to be unsigned hype as a child
i’m in that b-tch now
cash in cash out records i am a cash cow
chow’s how i chow now
i do all the rapping and my n-ggas do the pow pow
move from the gate now
cash rules everything around me
small fish in a big pond but crown me or drown me is my mentality
steel b-lls and a heart like a rebel from kenya
dixie cup full of jameson blowing gardena
b-tch it’s the senior
you can’t fit these shoes, busting dope moves out here n-gga
nicky cruz
my only protection’s a cross and a switchblade
but what’s the weapon for a few that martin luther’s faith
i don’t turn cheek unless it’s on lola
monroe and if you know her tell her call my motorola
grown as a soldier
get it together was my favorite sh-t
it’s still sweet but n-ggas waiting on some major sh-t
f-ck that pay me n-gga, motherf-cker favor shee-it
i’m on that clay davis sh-t, bill clinton
bill withers, billy ocean
i f-cks with the superman but i ain’t jimmy ocean
they say my wordplay’s sick, the flow’s lethal
but he’s so underground let’s be for real people
who the f-ck’s underground, man? dead people
y’all n-ggas show me some love, give me some head, people

(brooklyn!)

- mr muthafuckin exquire lyrics

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