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letra de telephuck - mr. muthafuckin exquire

p-ssion

[verse 1: exquire]
rebel, got these p-ssies tight like kegel
h-llo, b-tch, give me my marello
the dude that get to turn that sh-t into jello
no box of chocolates, no rose petals
ghetto, n-gga pull strings like geppetto
ghetto, n-gga toss shots like carmelo
heavy metal, success, successful
look, f-ck it money out the -ssh0l-
staring at my life through a kaleidoscope
ten different me’s ya’ll don’t know how to cope
d-mn i need some freaks that don’t know how to choke
release my s-m-n, unleash my demons
money, hoes, patrone
god d-mn, i’m on
looking back at the projects like i’m glad i’m gone
i left the cavaliers and never shed a tear
these n-ggas all scared because the truth is here

[hook]
i got a b-tch named teleph-ck
she f-ck whoever i tell her f-ck
fat -ss with a little gut
shorty drop that -ss like an elephant
you ain’t talkin’ cash, that’s irrelevant

[verse 2]
success can make you strange
success can wreck your brain
success can have your best friends saying, “d-mn n-gga, you changed”
money is the devil, the root of our lives
who you think you really know could really be a demon in disguise
best watch your money
best watch your friends
the one you least suspect could be the one that do you in
i march through paradise
life’s a roll of dice
i love her, i hate her, d-mn this sh-t ain’t right
um, f-ck, i keep her to myself
i’m nuts, it’s like i’m cheating with myself
peeing on myself, drunk, scared of the future
froze, stone cold staring at medusa
whoa, uzi’s blow, get low, stop drop and roll
fold em up like a taco, shout out my n-gga taco
it all look the same when she arch her b-tt
she got a fat -ss with a little gut

[verse 3: gucci mane]
if you ain’t talkin cash, baby girl get the stepping
your boyfriend ain’t getting mine, and i ain’t finna help him
yeah i left without a b-tch eating hamburger helper
and i ain’t ever used to leave five hundred on the dresser
you’s a miserable -ss b-tch, and i ain’t fin’ to let the stress
keep an ak-47 in case a n-gga wanna test me
it’s a gift the way i work them words, i guess the lord done blessed me
must be fresh because i’m super hood, the police try to arrest me
i got genies on my -ss, got some kool 500’s
and these ladies so fine, make a blind man want it
roll the zig-zag 1.5, get junted
spent 60,000 dollars on an ’89 ponti

[hook]

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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