SLNGBNGRS

[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