SLNGBNGRS

Lyrics

[Intro] Y'all ain't ready for this [Verse] Woo! B-L-U Uh, yup, he sell too Niggas asking what the hell he do Providing narration for what ya female do Besides explanations, got the details too Plus the dude got more soul than a retail shoe store Said it's all good, she rock boots though I say, "Y'all should let ya boobs show" Ayo, word on the chirp, I'm tryna boost mo' No bull, wise like an old fool Ray Bans cover the eyes like old wool Hey, ya man's a hell of a guy and so cool Maybe cause he rule like Sir Lance Got pull like a mule down her pants Crafter with the lens first glance Then jizz his at the end like Kurt ran Dirt hands and my work stance With the AK though, like, "Sure man" And you would think the world would know it by the third jam Still make him say his name twice like Duran Duran Duran should sell like the Duracell Sat by a well in France to find the purest belle She showed up in a bunny suit, furry tail Talkin bout hurry up, I need a McFlurry (Yuks) She lucky that she cute as hell, curly flip That's what my current girl calls the world current Had to stop by the 66 and pearl purchase No diamond but she sure worth it Car failed, oh hell, had to slide my right hand in her purse Just tryna rap but couldn't get this mic stand to work My first but third never made it home That's what a hood nigga get for tryna say a poem Allen Poe at the rave, tryna save some mo' And shouted, "New Blu exclusive", played Grace Jones Blame it on Savion, the phone got tapped Last words was a slur 'fore his bones got cracked Past Christmas, homes can't rap Snatched up his wish list and smoked Santa's sack Next holiday, the hood got roaches Mom said, "Why?" Said, "They asked to be the notice" [Outro] Lift it up Peter Pan piss up in my cup, swimming Uh, twist it up Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt, ready Yeah, feel it Ham hocks on the Kristen Durst, shittin' Uh, yep And is it real or do I only live once? Live it up Uh, yeah, lift it up Peter Pan piss up in my cup Yo, yo, twist it up Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt, ready Uh, feel it Ham hocks on the Kristen Durst, shittin' And is it real or do I only live once? Nigga Or do I only live? Or do I? Lift it up, swimming Sprinkle Tinker Bell, oh well