Blue Slide Park

Album: Blue Slide Park (2011)
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  • Blue Slide Park
    It's Blue Slide Park, man
    Uh
    It's fuckin' Blue Slide Park

    Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades
    Kinda look like somethin' Lennon would rock
    It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
    Louis shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb shit
    Logo never make a man, but I'm still blowin' thousands on it
    No clue what I'm callin' my album
    Fans be at my van screamin', callin' me Malcolm
    Never knew the outcome be this much cash now
    Bank account lookin' like a George Jung stash house
    Young and actin' out, the topics that I rap about
    Be varying from politics to bitches pullin' asses out
    That's exactly how I do this as a rapper
    I'm nuttin' in her mouth you tongue kissin' her after
    Daughters' moms kinda want me neutered
    But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter
    Have the music soundin' better then guitar tuners
    Plus I'm doing shows daily call me John Stewart
    So who you know that's iller than Mac Miller and company
    It's like I planted money seeds right underneath the fuckin' tree
    Now I got a hundred g's so none of y'all can fuck with me
    Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherfucker
    I said run and tell your mother, motherfucker

    Hold up Jerm let me spit the second

    Hey yo I breeze past haters in the E-class quickly
    In deep, did a hundred songs and that's this week
    Shit keeps goin' on and on
    We just tryna go bananas like it's Donkey Kong
    Yeah, on my grind, always need to work
    So I be eatin' good, you be eatin' dirt
    If you talkin' shit, you gonna see me smirk
    While the DJ be scratchin' 'til the needles burst
    A couple screws probably loose in my head
    Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed
    I'm a regular guy within a regular life
    Except I'm a Lamborghini if it's racin' a bike
    Who knew that I can turn turn sound into somethin' so cool
    Fresh kid, see me, I'm bustin' the moves
    Coming in soon to a theatre near you
    Creep in your kitchen start eating your food
    Girls tryna fuck, I don't be in the mood
    No time for pussy when money in the room
    Oh, I switch flows, switch rhythm
    Sick spittin', unlimited ammunition, hey

    Blue Slide Park Writer/s: Eric A. Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm James McCormick, Milton Wright, Willie James Clarke
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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