Pink Champagne - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Wrote this with my eyes closed, on rose and mascato

Intuition inner visions flow from out the cosmos

Niggas ask me how I made it I be damned if I know

I just went with my soul, and the rest it followed

She’s a good girl fuck that bitch I’d rather deal with thot hoes

Say no to Cashapp I ain’t drinkin' bitch you must be psycho

But I’m prone to lie though, just don’t tell all my bros

I smoke gelato in the fronto, so high got the sky close

Damn it’s raining grab my cane and pass my Prada poncho

The boots was leather with the tassels those the Randy Machos

Goggles Ferragamo, condos big as costco

I popped a rhino then she swallowed like it’s Mr. Socko

Mirror Mirror who’s the illest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the realist?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Modern Life like Rocko

But I still pray to (shongo?)

Mirror Mirror who’s the illest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the realist?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest?

Please don’t tell me I know

I devoured my goals

And that’s word to Gauchos

Rebel I’m a wreckless vato ghetto desparado

Aim the draco eatin tacos take your breath like tight clothes

Adjacent to Van Gogh, I’m chasin my shadow

The pain is a shackle, embrace it for battle

Indigent for seven weeks I feel like (??)

I mean Cujo with a new hoe sober watchin Kuso

With my old hoe I forgot I fuck my hoes in duos

Fuck both throats and two holes, loop holes Albert Pujols

That (pizza?) Groupon for designer Gucci coat was two-tone

School ol Parasucos, shoot like Tony Kukoc

Bitch I’m a Samson, no Delila put that on my tombstone

Mirror Mirror who’s the illest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the realist?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Modern Life like Rocko

But I still pray to (shongo?)

Mirror Mirror who’s the illest?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the realist?

Please don’t tell me I know

Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest?

Please don’t tell me I know

I devoured my goals

And that’s word to Gauchos