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letra de cheap thrills - mr. muthafuckin exquire

ex, why are you doing this to us?
i like the pain. i like the misery
i love this world
[mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire:] uhhh, uhhh

[verse 1: mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire]
b-tch, i’m back up in this motherf-cker
the foul-mouthed gold front liquor powder chugger (huh)
father snuffer, motherf-cker
a lot of motherf-ckers don’t like me, but motherf-ck em
live it how i spit it, and i spit it how i live
can’t relate to me? that’s probably cause your -ss ain’t been through sh-t
heard it through the grapevine that y’all cats be talking sh-t
but we really ain’t mind cause raul gon’ f-ck your sis’
you a b-tch

[verse 2: raul]
ok, get up in her like a cyst
make you and her man both p-ssed
then i [?]
we ball, ball like a chowder [?]
we’ll look her right in the eye and tell her raul would die
what’s up?

[verse 3: mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire]
lost in translation, too much [?] and fornication
now i’m adored because i’m raw, when all these other boys won’t say sh-t
leader of my generation. if you hate it, suck a [?]
bunch of agents in the matrix trynna [?] ‘fore i break, sh-t
b-tch!

[hook: raul]
cheap thrills when we come around (okay)
who you wit? we the sh-t. what you talking ’bout? (blah)
see your lips moving, but i don’t hear a sound (uhh)
i think we going deaf (show em what we do)
cheap thrills
(okay, okay, okay) x 3
(okay)

[verse 4: mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire]
uhh
my life’s like a shaw brothers movie
a mean kick game. i’m like hong kong phooey
some rats cooking up in the crib like ratatouille
i don’t really sell crack, but that line was too cool to let p-ss
i’m a radical n-gga, black bohemian n-gga
georgi vodka drinker on the brink of insanity sanctum
mentally murderous when my pencil begins to swerve on this
composition notebook decorated with all my nerdy sh-t
nervous never, whoever said they’d be better
bet i can dead em and sever they head in 77 seconds
hannibal lecter stepping out of his cell in some selvage denim (uhh)
[?] sneakers, i freed em, can’t n0body do better
effortlessly wreck this sh-t. all these a&rs be too negligent
fans too opinionated, and bloggers be sucking h-lla d-ck
elephant in the room, but y’all gon’ see him soon
if not, i’mma self-destruct. tick, tick, boom!
motherf-cker

[hook]

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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