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mr. muthafuckin exquire – huzzah! كلمات اغاني

[hook]
drunk driving on a wednesday
with three b-tches and an mpv
half a gallon of georgi porgi
and cranberry that’s the pop
peel-off p-ssion, a recipe for terror
we mix them sh-ts together
and then we having orgies
we live this life forever
we never gonna stop
you with us lemme hear you scream
huzzah!

[first verse]
straight shots of vodka, straight shots of vodka
slamdance with white hens from czechoslovakia
bank like a mobster, cutl-ss impostor
shoot a bati boy in ‘im head like a rasta
what’s my name b-tch? (mr exquire)
don’t forget the m-th-f-ckin, without that it’s nothin
i bring the ruckus, these n-ggas suck d-ck
they rap like some f-gs with they b-llsacks tucked in
d-mn my whole sh-t slow
god i ain’t forget you
my n-gga i ain’t trippin just been goin through some issues
back to the basics
timbs’ loosely laced in
on my ’98 sh-t, do it just like jay did from brooklyn
live from the 7-1-8 where
these n-ggas bust ya grape quick with no hesitation
mind in the matrix is sorta oceania like
slumber party calling all the demons that i can’t invite
liver shrivel quickly when your sippin on that poison
your p-ssy’s so good my whole squad should enjoy it
always twittin bout your grindin, n-gga that’s annoying
publicist asked me what’s my gimmick, i said “going in”
man you only live once, might as well throw a fit
snuff the sh-t outta hipster rappers for the f-ck of it
live by the mantra: live live, die never so
in other words, the real legacy breathes forever

[hook]

[second verse]
industry n-ggas think i’m nut-shrunk f-ck them
sm-t b-tch, got some nice lips come and suck d-ck
thumbs up big gun buck doing dumb sh-t
life going up feeling like my guts eruptin
stumbling, stuck cause my whole life crumbling
(it must suck to be him, it must suck to be him)
him = me f-ck this whole henny bottle empty
f-ck til my d-ck is feeling empty
metrocards, don’t got no hemi
i ain’t got a charger
charge card, d-cl-ss credit i’m r-t-rd
flow like dirty, raw like w-lly dynamite
trying to ignite a revolution with the sh-t i write
me and my n-ggas gonna take the world over
me and my n-ggas gonna take the world over
no bucks to oprah, never see me nervous
abuhbuhbuh i f-cked up on purpose

[hook]

[outro]
disclaimer: i didn’t make this song to promote the sale of alcohol
hardly, uhh can’t think of the word right now
feel like my brain is f-cked up from drinking alcohol
but uh, the distribution and sh-t, i didn’t write this song for that
i wrote this song because i like drinking n-gga, and i be drunk
that’s why i wrote this song, hahaha f-ck you

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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