[Hook]
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b****** and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them s**** 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, cutlass impostor
Shoot a bati boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name b****? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the m****f***in, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these n***** suck d***
They rap like some f*** with they b*******s tucked in
d*** my whole s*** slow
God I ain't forget you
My n**** I ain't trippin just been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 s***, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7-1-8 where
These n***** 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****'s so good my whole squad should enjoy it
Always Twittin bout your grindin, n**** 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 s*** outta hipster rappers for the f*** of it
Live by the mantra: live live, die never so
In other words, the real legacy breathes forever
[Hook]
[Second Verse]
Industry n***** think I'm nut-shrunk f*** them
s*** b****, got some nice lips come and suck d***
Thumbs up big gun buck doing dumb s***
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*** this whole Henny bottle empty
f*** til my d*** is feeling empty
MetroCards, don't got no hemi
I ain't got a Charger
Charge card, D-class credit I'm r*****
Flow like Dirty, raw like w**** Dynamite
Trying to ignite a revolution with the s*** I write
Me and my n***** gonna take the world over
Me and my n***** gonna take the world over
No bucks to Oprah, never see me nervous
Abuhbuhbuh I f***** 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***** up from drinking alcohol
But uh, the distribution and s***, I didn't write this song for that
I wrote this song because I like drinking n****, and I be drunk
That's why I wrote this song, hahaha f*** you
Mr m****f***in eXquire delivers a modern-day classic over Necro's "Scumbags" instrumental
Check out the The Last Huzzah (Remix) for an epic posse cut inspired by this track
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Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b****** and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them s**** 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, cutlass impostor
Shoot a bati boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name b****? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the m****f***in, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these n***** suck d***
They rap like some f*** with they b*******s tucked in
d*** my whole s*** slow
God I ain't forget you
My n**** I ain't trippin just been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 s***, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7-1-8 where
These n***** 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****'s so good my whole squad should enjoy it
Always Twittin bout your grindin, n**** 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 s*** outta hipster rappers for the f*** of it
Live by the mantra: live live, die never so
In other words, the real legacy breathes forever
[Hook]
[Second Verse]
Industry n***** think I'm nut-shrunk f*** them
s*** b****, got some nice lips come and suck d***
Thumbs up big gun buck doing dumb s***
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*** this whole Henny bottle empty
f*** til my d*** is feeling empty
MetroCards, don't got no hemi
I ain't got a Charger
Charge card, D-class credit I'm r*****
Flow like Dirty, raw like w**** Dynamite
Trying to ignite a revolution with the s*** I write
Me and my n***** gonna take the world over
Me and my n***** gonna take the world over
No bucks to Oprah, never see me nervous
Abuhbuhbuh I f***** 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***** up from drinking alcohol
But uh, the distribution and s***, I didn't write this song for that
I wrote this song because I like drinking n****, and I be drunk
That's why I wrote this song, hahaha f*** you
Mr m****f***in eXquire delivers a modern-day classic over Necro's "Scumbags" instrumental
Check out the The Last Huzzah (Remix) for an epic posse cut inspired by this track
Share Leave a suggestion