Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shnaffleberry, artist - Lunar C. Date of issue: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shnaffleberry |
| I like my liquor cold and my codeine in tablet form |
| Everybody’s been pushed to their last resort |
| Either make do with what you can afford |
| Or get drug money round here that’s the norm |
| Your crew’s a bunch of virgins throwing tantrums |
| That swear they «don't give a fuck» but they never had one |
| Dat crunk got me on a mad one |
| Got my hard-on tucked in my waistband like a handgun |
| If you’re not a fan put the barrel to your brain |
| Blow it out like candles on a cake |
| One of the illest to ever stand on a stage |
| You can tell I’ve been doing it since back in the day |
| Just for the love, but what I love is money |
| And not waiting in line just to get in a club |
| I could stay in tonight and finish these rhymes |
| Or sniff ‘til I pop a blood vessel in my eyeball |
| You cunts got no flow, you’re simple |
| Your tracks sound like they’re ghost wrote by Pitbull |
| Mother fucker I’m a local sex symbol |
| ‘Bout to make a porn movie to promote my next single |
| I wonder if P&O will let me catch a ferry |
| Even though I’ve got more keys on me than a piano |
| With that Shnaffleberry, I need P and O’s |
| Please remind me what the fuck I’ve been talking ‘bout |
| In this track cause the spliff just hit me |
| Run naked while I trim the leaves |
| Off my bonsai tree I get trippy-trippy |
| No bad vibes while I meditate |
| Take that shit outside like a feral child |
| Got no time for your petty games |
| So just cut the cheek like a Chelsea smile |
| Take it all in my stride |
| Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry |
| It’s playing tricks on my mind |
| Just stay up rolling and chain smoking |
| Got bags under my eyes |
| They can smell it in the air |
| Wanna know where I got it from and what price |
| Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies |
| Take it all in my stride |
| Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry |
| It’s playing tricks on my mind |
| Just stay up rolling and chain smoking |
| Got bags under my eyes |
| They can smell it in the air |
| Wanna know where I got it from and what price |
| Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies |
| Lunar’s going in, damn! |
| Every day I smoke like I’m in Dam |
| Stop giving it the bigger styles, I’ve got a million of ‘em |
| Anybody saying they’re similar must be kidding ya |
| (Bubby) My balls dangle down near the ground |
| Like a Bassett Hound’s ears, I’m out here |
| Tryna make my CD a classic |
| High fades, like cheap jeans on a fat beat |
| Roll up a whole Z, we hotbox the studio sesh |
| I want my money up front, no debts |
| Nah, don’t tick like a Rolex |
| I’m surprised I didn’t break off an arm |
| As a kid I used to masturbate watching cartoons |
| 'Til my skin literally got scraped off my palm |
| Now if a bitch isn’t fucking I say 'Bon Voyage' |
| Living wreckless, bitch give me head |
| While I sit and check through my Twitter mentions |
| Turned up to the family intervention |
| In my sister’s dress already pissed on Tennents |
| Put my life on lined paper — «Hi haters! |
| This is the hiatus» |
| You can keep on telling your lies later |
| More tall stories than a skyscraper |
| Take it all in my stride |
| Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry |
| It’s playing tricks on my mind |
| Just stay up rolling and chain smoking |
| Got bags under my eyes |
| They can smell it in the air |
| Wanna know where I got it from and what price |
| Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies |
| Take it all in my stride |
| Pack the L with that Shnaffleberry |
| It’s playing tricks on my mind |
| Just stay up rolling and chain smoking |
| Got bags under my eyes |
| They can smell it in the air |
| Wanna know where I got it from and what price |
| Ask no questions I’ll tell you no lies |