Lyrics Huzzah - Mr MFN eXquire
Drunk
driving
on
a
Wednesday
With
three
bitches
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
shits
together
And
then
we
having
orgies
We
live
this
life
forever
We
never
gonna
stop
You
with
us
lemme
hear
you
scream
Huzzah!
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
bitch?
(Mr
eXquire)
Don't
forget
the
muthafuckin,
without
that
it's
nothin
I
bring
the
ruckus,
these
niggas
suck
dick
They
rap
like
some
fags
with
they
ballsacks
tucked
in
Damn
my
whole
shit
slow
God
I
ain't
forget
you
My
nigga
I
ain't
trippin
just
been
goin
through
some
issues
Back
to
the
basics
Timbs'
loosely
laced
In
On
my
'98
shit,
do
it
just
like
Jay
did
from
Brooklyn
Live
from
the
7-1-8
where
These
niggas
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
pussy's
so
good
my
whole
squad
should
enjoy
it
Always
Twittin
bout
your
grindin,
nigga
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
shit
outta
hipster
rappers
for
the
fuck
of
it
Live
by
the
mantra:
live
live,
die
never
so
In
other
words,
the
real
legacy
breathes
forever
Drunk
driving
on
a
Wednesday
With
three
bitches
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
shits
together
And
then
we
having
orgies
We
live
this
life
forever
We
never
gonna
stop
You
with
us
lemme
hear
you
scream
Huzzah!
Industry
niggas
think
I'm
nut-shrunk
fuck
them
Smut
bitch,
got
some
nice
lips
come
and
suck
dick
Thumbs
up
big
gun
buck
doing
dumb
shit
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
fuck
this
whole
Henny
bottle
empty
Fuck
til
my
dick
is
feeling
empty
MetroCards,
don't
got
no
hemi
I
ain't
got
a
Charger
Charge
card,
D-class
credit
I'm
retard
Flow
like
Dirty,
raw
like
Willy
Dynamite
Trying
to
ignite
a
revolution
with
the
shit
I
write
Me
and
my
niggas
gonna
take
the
world
over
Me
and
my
niggas
gonna
take
the
world
over
No
bucks
to
Oprah,
never
see
me
nervous
Abuhbuhbuh
I
fucked
up
on
purpose
Drunk
driving
on
a
Wednesday
With
three
bitches
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
shits
together
And
then
we
having
orgies
We
live
this
life
forever
We
never
gonna
stop
You
with
us
lemme
hear
you
scream
Huzzah!
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
fucked
up
from
drinking
alcohol
But
uh,
the
distribution
and
shit,
I
didn't
write
this
song
for
that
I
wrote
this
song
because
I
like
drinking
nigga,
and
I
be
drunk
That's
why
I
wrote
this
song,
hahaha
fuck
you
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