Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire - I Was Drunk When I Wrote This | Текст песни

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[Intro]
Passion

[Hook]
What nigga, what
I don't give a fuck
Runnin' 'round the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
What nigga, what
I don't give a fuck
Stumblin' in the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

[Verse 1]
Shout my nigga 2Pac
Cause I know he down to die for me
Shout my nigga Heron
I know he'll let it fly for me
Shout my nigga Goldie Glo
I know he'd catch a body for me
1.6 from ?
I ain't got fuckin' worries
I send them niggas to the cemetery
I made sure them niggas buried
I made sure them niggas killed
Sweep 'em all quick, in a hurry
Move coke with no inventory
Made sure that my niggas eatin'
Them was starvin', them was schemin'
?
That's Louis sheets that bitch is sleepin' in
That fabric gone, well, that been satin
Satin drawers like I'm a faggot
Attract these hoes just like a magnet
ABCs with my drawers saggin'
Fuck laws in that Benz wagon
?
You bullshittin', man
Fuck the hassle
We gettin' money, yeah, all dazzle
Where the threesome with Latin hoes
Bossed up like ?
You toss off, that Mac'll blow
My stunt on accident
Nigga, fuck you rappin' for
You sound just like me
Plus, you look just like me, nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge]
You're gettin' money, right

[Verse 2]
You're gettin' money, right
Well tell these bitches, get up off your dick
I got visions, clockin' digits
With my niggas, man, that shift
I'm on some other shit
Fuck the government
Barack can suck a dick
Free my nigga Los
Man, that shit 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
Damn, 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 shit in my cup

[Hook]

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