Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slngbngrs, artist - Blu. Album song York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Slngbngrs |
| Yup, he sell too |
| Niggas asking what the hell he do |
| Providing narration for what yo female do |
| Besides explanations got the details too |
| Plus the dude got more sole than a retail shoe store |
| Said it’s all good, she rock boots tho |
| I say yall should let yo 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 yo man’s a hell of a guy and so cool |
| Maybe cuz he rule like Sir Lance |
| Got pulled 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 tho like sure man |
| And you would think the world would know it by the 3rd jam |
| Still make him say his name twice like Duran 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 mac Flury (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 tryin to 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 |
| Alan 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 slurr fore his bones got cracked |
| Past Christmas, home stay and rap |
| Snatched up his wishlist and smoked santa’s of sack |
| Next holiday the hood got roaches |
| Mom said why? |
| Said they has to be to notice |
| Lift it up, Peter Pan piss up in my cup |
| Swimming |
| Uh, twist it up |
| Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt |
| Ready |
| Yea, feel it |
| Ham hots on the Kristen Durnst shit |
| Yep, and is it real or do I only live once |
| Live it up |
| Uh yea, Lift it up, Peter Pan piss up in my cup |
| Uh, twist it up |
| Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt |
| Yea, feel it |
| Ham hots on the Kristen Durnst shit |
| 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 |