The Message 1 and 2 Lyrics Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire

Glamorous
Polyamorous
Multiple digits
Nigga’s be, taught up slow so I gave you the definition
12 locos there’s 3 of them
White hoes tell me pee on them
Black girls say he’s getting money, now I’m never leaving him

Might pull out my Fila's, 2Pac hat on in Above the Rim
Shots of gold tequila then we scuffle with some Mexicans
Let us in, lettuce and tomatos melted pepper, jack on top of sausolito turkey mayo mustard, fuck with that
Suffering Suckertash, ass shots, I bust that ass
Literally I bust her ass (OhhhhOhhhOhhhOhhhh)
Pussy’s my dope, hung by my own rope, that’s how I cope, I done outgrown hope

I’m a diamond in the rough, down and out and back, domino effect, Dahli Llama sacks
Damier luggage now I travel
Weird science
Im like Alex in A Clockwork Orange when he came home falling out the windowww

These niggas must not know who I am
I put bread on yo head like powdered toast, man
Big ass guns you gotta bust with both hands
Corduroy pants, Taka Hagashi pants
You the typa nigga, that I can't stand
You the typa nigga prolly like to hold hands
You the type that can't understand what im sayin, spied on by the government Obama anti- Aggin Laer
The media tryna supress my message...