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mr. muthafuckin exquire - chains كلمات الأغنية

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[hook]
f-ck your chains
want no motherf-cking chains
they got my n-gga los in f-cking chains
things’ll never be the same
motherf-cking chains
they brought us over here in f-cking chains
you think we had enough of f-cking chains
so f-ck that, f-ck them chains

[verse 1]
the years mandela sat in that cell, and couldn’t get no justice
the bourgeoisiest of b-tches be the quickest to suck d-ck
southern comfort, articulate ruffian
drunk walkin’ on the platform of broadway junction, nuts
self-destructive vacuum i’m stuck in
wonder if my woman know the baggage i come with
demons in my past are f-cking disgusting
one look in they eye and she would f-cking vomit
ill, i’m running from my destiny
terrified when people see the best in me
same sh-t i obsessed to be, i guess i’m, sorta afraid to be
my insecurities are changing me, down to my reality is breaking me
i can’t take the pressure, can’t take the pain, i…

[hook]
motherf-cking chains
i dont’ want no motherf-cking chains
they got my n-gga los in f-cking chains
things’ll never be the same
motherf-cking chains
they brought us over here in f-cking chains
you think we had enough of f-cking chains
sometimes i feel like my brain’s in chains
so f-ck that, run yo’ chain

[verse 2 – heron]
i got a bone to pick with this f-cking porky-fist snitch
talkin’ like the 40 don’t stick to my d-ck
sippin’ henny as i reminisce
my n-gga bumpin’ to that lox and that biggie sh-t
punch a hole right through ya, ice cold like coolers
gangster with a sense of humor and hurt heads like tumors
it’s the return of the ruler, takin’ out of town spots
in the buildin’ pumpin’ crack and stash packs by the cable box
somebody shot in my hood, sh-t hot, but i ain’t goin’ nowhere, n-gga
it’s money here
tell the ds, chase me up the stairs
i don’t f-ckin’ care
i’m on the grind for 9 days, i ain’t comb my hair
i’m on my grustle, my grind and my hustle
a face to the pillow when i f-ck her
the 8 to the pillow when i bust ya
suffer, if life don’t love you
n-ggas like you and i don’t stand together
i’m cut from a different cloth, i’m a whole ‘nother texture
i’m f-ckin’ solid, no stripes, no plaids
i just gotta, pet the cheese and catch you n-ggas in the trap
f-ckin’ rats, what you see, consider it sacred
stick to the g code, that’s thug motivation
f-ckin’ up my concentration, created a situation
my whole fam cryin’ when the jury deliberated
cause of that punk -ss statement but f-ck it
them n-ggas p-ssy with a g spot
point my gun, look me in my eyes, i want screenshots
only time the beef stop is when your heartbeat stop
get toes to the floor, stay the f-ck up off your knees, ock
forget me, not, i’m black history, n-gga
so when i die, you gonna remember me, n-gga
put me in chapters in the textbook, posin’ with my best look
neat with the right, sloppy with the left hook
respect the jukes, respect that sh-t

[outro]
fo sho
free my motherf-cking n-gga though, man
shoutout my n-gga jo
big mo, las
the whole f-ckin’ first ? man, what’s up man
free my n-gga craze, too
hold your head, joo
free my n-gga g-ye, l
shoutout my n-gga shizz, creamo
what’s up, pop pop

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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