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letra de push pt. 2 - mr. muthafuckin exquire

[hook]
push push push push push push push push
push push push push push push push push

[verse 1: sicksentz]
follow a n-gga on a mood past crazy
i’ve been so out of control with this whole rap thing, b
lately, i need sleep, juggle a couple words on a blank sheet
at least half of these n-ggas covered up on blank sheets
witnesses can’t breathe, ambulance visits to lift the kid
from the d-mn scene, i’m going at half speed
imagine if i’m feeling ill enough to move fast, please
i’m finna do rap speed, dilemma
the coldest motherf-cker from december to december
f-ck a diss record, i dismember, then spit better
sick clever, the big measure, your chick rests up
and let me in though i just met her
just a symptom of the sick i suppose, get sweater
these n-ggas is sniff fools, i spit influenza
people get this sh-t up in their head, non-p-ss
then put my back to the edge, and i reverse then push…

[hook 2x]

[verse 2: sicksentz]
i heard ’em say i’m an ill motherf-cker, verbatim
can’t blame ’em, i’m candid, magic and verb clean
casin’ and burn chasin’ and my heart beat
please forgive him he’s c-cky
my opinion on lock is these motherf-ckers is sloppy
get a little bit of dough and sell their dope for a shot
at a lot, it’s just not me, none of me or my posse
exquire whatup? a dutch piece in the army
it appease y’all, i have some sh-t to address
i want green, it’s the apocalypse on weed
it’s new york on e, and i’m g-ssin’ ’em, rightfully so
cause i’m out to light the match and blow them out of this cold
y’all argue ’bout who’s the king i prove a lot to them folks
about on the throne, devoured, i smile in my zone
if the reign be filled with ziplocs of kush
plastic cups in the air, homie i’m from the streets where they

[hook 2x]

[verse 3: mr. m-th-f-ckin’ exquire]
this last 6 months have been h-ll
swash, swallow, 6 different pills but still
i didn’t die just made me yawn
typical, habitual f-ck up
couldn’t even get k!llin’ myself right
d-mn it my life sucks
missing a couple sp-celess rockets
dead set on connecting the mission with the profit
two scoops american gladiator
arrest the eliminator
i guarantee i front for that little paper
these b-tch n-ggas give ’em the vapors
they ain’t nice, they just dressed like kanye and sick stuff
while i remain the x factor
riding pipe and they live
starin’ through the straight sungl-sses
since n-ggas aliens, i beat galactus, wreak some havoc
eat they planet, because i’m famished
the ladder of success is piled up with push
i go around and decided that b-tch and i…and i

[hook 2x]

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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