BLANCYWORLD ft. $ir Abe Lyrics

This is a certified hood classic

Welcome to Clancy World

We've got mean, lean, wild rides, and a good fucking time

Bring your bad bitches and let's have a blast

Ayy, huh, yeah, it's Clancyworld

Come and do your dancing, girl, huh

She don't like that broke shit, she a fancy girl, huh

She like money, she like bread, and she love to give me head

I'ma do a whole bottle of the percs until im dead

Shake that shit on the counter, huh

Up down, up down, bounce it, I'm making money dont need no accountant

I get the money and she like to count it

I got a bad lil' bitch, I found it

I make her wet like drip no fountain

I feel like Lone got drip no stylist

And I be sippin' on Pour up, Pour up, Pour up

Pour up, Pour up, Pour up, Pour

Take a perc till i hit the mothafuckin floor

Caught him at the red light, he gon' fall like Domino's

No and these niggas can't hold us

So these bitches all feelin' fuckin' in love with us

We gon' let em know we up

I got gas all in my trunk

Cop gon' try to pull me over

Hand that officer a blunt, huh

Like it high with me, get drunk with me, smoke loud with me

If you want a cup with me, drink booze with me

pop percs with me

Show me that you're here to stay with my city

I got Kai with me, he gon' slide for me, uh

Melly shots keep it, he gon' told I'm not getting,

Murakami she pulled up and top me

Don't need no pills, I am not Bill Cosby

Saint made it right, huh

He pulled up with gas, I get higher than a kite, huh

I be fuckin' hoes, yo, wit Saint get it right, huh

We been buyin' cars, I'm with Saint get it right, huh

I'm totin my pole , I be reachin' my goals

I got me a bitch, she said, Sir Abe fuck on my throat

I'ma beat her back I'ma break her fuckin' spine off

Shorty can we fuck baby this is not a typo

Yeah, it's Clancyworld

Come and do your dancing, girl, huh

She don't like that broke shit, she a fancy girl, huh

She like money, she like bread, and she love to give me head

I'ma do a whole bottle of the percs until im dead

Shake that shit on the counter, huh

Up down, up down, bounce it, I'm making money dont need no accountant

I get the money and she like to count it

I got a bad lil' bitch, I found it

I make her wet like drip no fountain

I feel like Lone got drip no stylist

And I be sippin' on Pour up, Pour up, Pour up Pour