Bleu Mouson Lyrics

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Dirty Benz, black Beamer, flee the scene, feed the hyenas
I'm a genius, my jeans dipped in Easy Jesus
Fine wines, different cheeses, my horse Norwegian
I'm a boss in all regions, all four seasons
Seasoned, I rock silks like a playboy
Suede La-Z-Boy, youse a ladyboy, pay me in boy, baby
I play ladies like a ukelele
Might catch me in that Rover doing over 80
Twist you like art, my private parts tart
My scarf's made of gray white shark
Pull bitches like the strings on a harp
Spread 'em open like the wings on a hawk
Sip the Henn' by the quart
You like to talk, I hold a bulldog, I'm bourgeois
Bleu mouson like a smooth don
I'm not the dude to snooze on
My songs is like gold bullion
Fold up the money like a futon
My gator kicks come with the shoe horn, move on
Pardon my socks, Dudley Moore, opp on the rocks
Should not slide off the chopping block
White five cottonmouth, that's how we ride out
Light a White Owl
YSL belt looking fly as hell
Designer belt we could fly and sail where clientele buy and sell

Fuck, nigga, come on