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

    Исполнитель: Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire
    Название песни: I Was Drunk When I Wrote This
    Дата добавления: 15.05.2016 | 13:16:47
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    I Was Drunk When I Wrote This (prod. by Star King)

    [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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