BLANCYWORLD

[Intro]
(This is a Certified Hood Classic!)
"Welcome to Clancyworld
We've got mean lean, wild rides, and a good fucking time
Bring your bad bitches and lets have a blast."
Ay, huh (What?)

[Chorus]
Yeah it's Clancyworld (Gang)
Come and do your dancing girl (Okay)
She don't like that broke shit, she a fancy girl
She like money, she like bread
And she love to give me head
I'ma do a whole bottle of percs until I'm dead
Huh, shake that shit on the counter
Up, down, up, down, bounce it
I'm making money don't need no accountant
I'm getting money and she love to count it
I got a bad 'lil bitch, I found it
I make her wet like drip, no fountain
I feel I alone got drip, no stylus
I been sippin' on-
Pole, uh, pole, uh, pole, uh, pole
Pole, uh, pole, uh, pole, uh, pole
Sip on perc 'till I hit the motherfucking floor
Caught him at the red light, he gon' fall like dominoes (Okay!)

[Verse]
No, huh, and these niggas can't hold us
Shawty [?] choke, finna fuck her and then load us
We gon' let 'em know we up
I got gas all up in my trunk
Call 'em trap and pull me over, hand that officer a blunt (A blunt)
Hah, like get high with me (Get high with me)
Get drunk with me (Get drunk)
Smoke loud with me (Smoke loud)
If you wanna cut with me (Okay)
Drink booze with me
Pop percs with me
Show me that you're here to stay in my city
I got Kai with me (Yeah, okay!)
He gon' slide for me (He gon' slide!)
Malley shot Cupid (Bah, bah!)
He gon' tote 'em, no I'm not kidding
Mirakami, she pulled up and top me
Don't need no pills, I am not Bill Cosby
Huh, Saint made it right (Saint, Saint)
He pulled up with gas, I get higher then a kite (I get high!)
I been fucking hoes (Hoes), yeah, Saint get it right (Get it right)
Yeah, we been burning coals, I'ma say, "Get it right ho"
I'ma tote up my pole
I been reaching my goals (Bah, bah!)
I got me a bitch, she say, "Sir, fuck on my throat"
I'ma beat her back, I'ma break her fucking spine, oh
Shawty kill me, fuck, baby this is not a typo (Bah, bah!)

[Chorus]
Yeah it's Clancyworld (Gang)
Come and do your dancing girl (Okay)
She don't like that broke shit, she a fancy girl
She like money, she like bread
And she love to give me head
I'ma do a whole bottle of percs until I'm dead
Huh, shake that shit on the counter
Up, down, up, down, bounce it
I'm making money don't need no accountant
I'm getting money and she love to count it
I got a bad 'lil bitch, I found it
I make her wet like drip, no fountain
I feel I alone got drip, no stylus
I been sippin' on-
Pole, uh, pole, uh, pole, uh, pole
Pole, uh, pole, uh, pole, uh, pole
Sip on perc 'till I hit the motherfucking floor
Caught him at the red light, he gon' fall like dominoes (Okay!)