Mr MFN eXquire - Draped In Gold lyrics

rate me

Caution, when the Silkk The Chakras have gone bonkers

Awkward, after shocking her as an object

Was draped in gold Versace

Clowning like the great Pagliacci

Oxycontin, rotten crotch sleeves glossy

Groggy, mozzarella cock down hoes til they knock me

Hasenpfeffer, Bugs Bunny colored Aquas

Operate like an optometrist

Don’t know if they operate

But it fit the brahma slip

Ramadan, rhyming on Double Dragon Oh Bulan

Bruce Lee, Billy Lee, runnin from the Shadow King

Ratchet like Earthworm Jim when he clear the screen

Yeah, I can hear you scream

No, I don’t fear no dreams

Ketchup and Tater Tots

Play the stores, evade the block

This nigga asked for change

This nigga hatin, mane

This nigga is a lame

This bitch is kicking game

Damn, she’s got a fat ass!

And just then, my phone rang

Verbose like Conan

Two tons of gonads

The truth will be revealed inside the words of the beholden

Sandcastles, penny loafers with the tassels

Sermon echoed in the Agan Lagan tabernacle

Sucked inside a vacuum, half gone, will travel

Vortex, whores wet, swallowing my calcium

Airing out a Calico when niggas act barbarian

Drive by while I’m riding in a flaming chariot

Immaculate narcissist, Lex Luger torture rack

Keith Haring drawing, staring while I’m sipping Cognac

While I fuck you from the back

Draped in gold, nigga

Yeah, draped in gold.