| Yup, he sell too
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| Niggas asking what the hell he do
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| Providing narration for what yo female do
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| Besides explanations got the details too
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| Plus the dude got more sole than a retail shoe store
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| Said it’s all good, she rock boots tho
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| I say yall should let yo boobs show
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| Ayo, word on the chirp, I’m tryna boost mo'
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| No bull, wise like an old fool
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| Ray bans cover the eyes like old wool
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| Hey yo man’s a hell of a guy and so cool
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| Maybe cuz he rule like Sir Lance
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| Got pulled like a mule down her pants
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| Crafter with the lens first glance
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| Then jizz his at the end like Kurt ran
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| Dirt hands and my work stance
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| With the AK tho like sure man
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| And you would think the world would know it by the 3rd jam
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| Still make him say his name twice like Duran Duran Duran…
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| Duran should sell like the Duracell
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| Sat by a well in France to find the purest belle
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| She showed up in a bunny suit, furry tail
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| Talkin bout hurry up, I need a mac Flury (yuks)
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| She lucky that she cute as hell, curly flip
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| That’s what my current girl calls the world current
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| Had to stop by the 66 and pearl purchase
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| No diamond but she sure worth it
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| Car failed, oh hell had to slide my right hand in her purse
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| Just tryin to rap but couldn’t get this mic stand to work
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| My first but third never made it home
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| That’s what a hood nigga get for tryna say a poem
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| Alan Poe at the rave, tryna save some mo
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| And shouted new Blu exclusive
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| Played Grace Jones
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| Blame it on Savion, the phone got tapped
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| Last words was a slurr fore his bones got cracked
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| Past Christmas, home stay and rap
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| Snatched up his wishlist and smoked santa’s of sack
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| Next holiday the hood got roaches
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| Mom said why? |
| Said they has to be to notice
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| Lift it up, Peter Pan piss up in my cup
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| Swimming
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| Uh, twist it up
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| Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt
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| Ready
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| Yea, feel it
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| Ham hots on the Kristen Durnst shit
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| Yep, and is it real or do I only live once
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| Live it up
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| Uh yea, Lift it up, Peter Pan piss up in my cup
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| Uh, twist it up
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| Sprinkle Tinker Bell up in the blunt
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| Yea, feel it
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| Ham hots on the Kristen Durnst shit
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| And is it real or do I only live once? |
| Nigga
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| Or do I only live? |
| Or do i
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| Lift it up
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| Swimming
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| Sprinkle Tinker Bell
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| Oh well |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slngbngrs , by - Blu. Song from the album York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп