Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Goldie Glo
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Heron
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Gorgeous Black
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Adrian Marcel &
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Nacho Picasso & Flatbush Zombies & Danny Brown
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire &
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Goldie Glo &
In this context of this mixtape, and in other interviews eXquire has done, this song is really kind of a embodiment of a dark mindset. In the previous song, he talks about not being able to sell records because of their complexity, but then comes right back with this simple track dealing with the ge...
[Intro]
Passion
[Chorus]
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'
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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 Mac A Zoe
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
[Chorus]
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
[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
[Chorus]
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
I Was Drunk When I Wrote This was produced by .