GUCCI MANE & NICKI MINAJ - SLUMBER PARTY (SEMATARY EDIT) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Banana boat full of blow
Banana clip to cut ya throat
Banana dro, come take a smoke
Banana diamonds, yellow stone
Heavy snow, that berry blow
That cherry coke got stupid dough
Plenty mo', you think I booked a
Hundred, shows I'm selling dope
I'm into wishin rolling kushin
Sippin lean and burnin piff
You gotta fifth, I gotta pint
You took a shot, I took a sip
I plead the 5th, ain't saying sh*t
Go get my lawyer, get him quick
Spent 80 grand to beat a case
I whipped it like my purple whip
I call a hit like Sosa did
Them killas blitz ya house ya monkey
I got so much jewelry on me
Still you can't take nothing from me
Hook it up, I cook it up
And get some head while rolling blunts
Water paint, water stain
I'm lookin' down, she lookin' up
Bеamer truck, I rim it up
Spent 80 thou', 400 stones
Shе suck a di*k while rollin' blunt
She keep the boss man bustin' nuts
I get it off, she get it up
Me and her both can't get enough
We in the goat, I'm in the ghost
I'm tryna beat that pus*y up
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Welcome to my private party
More hoes than a bachelor party
Smoking, drinking, freaking
sh*t can turn into a slumber party
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh
But here you go, my number, shawty
When you feeling freaky, mama
We can have a slumber party
A slumber party
Mama, have a slumber party
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh
But here you go, my number, shawty
When you feeling freaky, mama
We can have a slumber party
We can have a slumber party
We can have a—yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Her negligees are Burberry
Her lingerie game very straight
Her oral sex is very wet
My sex so great she gainin' weight
I cook a cake, she cook a steak
We three estates, you Section 8
Stay out her face, she hardly date
She f*ckin' Gucci, shawty, damn!
Everyday's a ballin' day
Just yesterday we bought a lake
Tomorrow bought us 2 Camaros
'08 and a '68
We trappin' fast with stupid cash
So rap on with your stupid ass
It's Gucci Mane, no stupid ass
I keep on making stupid cash
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Welcome to my private party
More hoes than a bachelor party
Smoking, drinking, freaking
sh*t can turn into a slumber party
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh
But here you go, my number, shawty
When you feeling freaky, mama
We can have a slumber party
A slumber party
Mama, have a slumber party
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh
But here you go, my number, shawty
When you feeling freaky, mama
We can have a slumber party
We can have a slumber party
We can have a—yeah

[Outro]
(DJ Sorrow)