Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire - Noble Drew Ali Тексты

Wisdom from a witch doctor
Whispered in my ear, the ingredients to conquer
Then he shed a tear, burning benzoin resin
Squirting urine at my adversaries
Dirty nail on my middle finger as it flail
Drag my full length on the floor til it bleed on you motherfuckers
All the G niggas love us
Latin bitches cumming on my comforter
Damn, she badder than I'm used to, I cuddle with her
Treat a ho like my wife, treat my wife like my bitch
Money don't change who you are, amplify the shit
Whoop a nigga naked in the club and laugh at his dick
Peel Off Passion, niggas can't dance with this
Forty ounces at the round table
Crown full of thorns made for some barbed wire cables
Thoughts sharp as bar darts aiming
The target is the money and ain't nobody gaming, nigga
Revolutionary thoughts, Fred Hampton speeches in my iPod
Can't walk a straight line, though I try hard
Conflicted as Flavor Flav, gaffled in the shameless game
Nine chains on my neck, you can weigh my pain
Got shooters in Brooklyn like Mikhail Prokhorov, that's on the low though
Real niggas feel me like sonar, understood
Avant-garde hood nigga watching Touch of Evil
Swigging a fifth of Wray and Nephew
Same cloth as my uncle's but a different texture
This shit'll melt off you
My word's a dog whistle in the ears of fake niggas
I just hate niggas
My old G super told me keep it Brooklyn and fuck niggas
She got a man, suck me like I'm him, and I'm glad she did
Make some shit up, tell him it was an accident
Ain't no glory with this rapping shit
No retribution for the blind, just take solace in your mind
Prisoner of my thoughts, my marbles gonna be the death of me
Can't sell records, too much complexity
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