Bleu Snappin’ Lyrics – Lil Wayne
Yeah, Uh, huh, huh
Uh, pick ’em off, I *** ’em all then eat ’em all
My niggas get [?] when a *** call
Before silicone she was skin and bones
Surfin’ that *** like Billabong
Her *** home, they don’t get along
This the only *** she be sittin’ on
*** ain’t gon’ be playin’ no Game of Thrones
Hold on’, hold on’, bubble butt with these hands, I caress that
Bust a nut on her ass, call her ***
Collar tucked, skinny pants, I finesse that
Wings up on the Lamb ’cause it’s jet lag
Pew, I ain’t mad at her
She got a man, tell your man you just got manhandled
Pop that cran apple, the *** panhandler
I *** her good, I put her to sleep, I Mr. Sandman her
Mm, dark cider, my nuts make me walk wider
I pull up in a soft top, the car timeless
I’m a sharpshooter, I be with sharpshotters
Money talks, ***, I got that yada-yada
She say “Get in my belly”
I put *** up in her stomach, she say “Get in my belly”
I put *** up in her stomach, she say “Get in my belly”
She sit on this *** like Corinthian leather
*** up in her stomach, she say “Get in my belly”
Bought a Birkin for my blicka, she say “***, I’m jelly”
Put some white girl on my thumb, she lick that *** like a lesbian
Said the truth is hard to swallow, she ain’t no lie detector, hold on
Westside, I like my *** like my ***, from the Westside
I be lean, I be sippin’, I be just fine
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
Dreads slingin’, red flag down my hair tie
Take the kilos out the bag, let ’em air dry
Throw a P up for Pirus, *** that PS5
Throw a P up for Pirus, *** that PS5
I’m a speed up in that new whip, *** a test drive
I’m a creep up on them niggas like a hairline
Creep up on them niggas like a–
I’ma creep up on them niggas like I’m Left Eye
I’m from [?] I ***’ treat her like a necktie
On codeine, I’m like a turtle, I’m a reptile
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
I’ma speed up in her ***, *** her *** drive
I’ma creep up on them niggas like they deaths now
I’ma eat up my [?] like a–, like a–
I’ma creep up on them niggas like a deadline
Got them sleepin’ with the fishes, he was dead-tied
Send a PJ for my *** [*** a red eye?]
Let her *** open up and I’ma headline
Ordered fifteen niggas that want some money right
All these karats in my chain make a bunny hop
I be laughin’ ’til the pain got it’s funny up
In the belly of the beast where the stomach at
Hold on, shoot ’em in the–, shoot ’em in the head, that part, ***, ooh
All these niggas feds and narcs, ***, ooh
I like my *** red and dark, ***, ooh
I like ’em braindead and smart, ***, ooooooh
Yeah, I’ma shoot em in the head, that part, mm
I think all you niggas feds and narcs, mm
Like my *** red, red and dark, mm
Mm, dark cider, my nuts make me walk wider
I pull up in a soft top, the car timeless
I’m a sharpshooter, I be with sharpshotters
Money talks, ***, I got that yada-yada
Ooh, Westside, like my *** like my ***, from the Westside
I be leanin’, I be sippin’, I be just fine
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
Red beam and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no X5
