Wok At Ur Show Lyrics

threats at my desk must be lee my cousin
i got the staxx and she got the sweats
breath baby breath chew ur lunchtime m***in
i am a fly at ur sweaty chest
i hate ur neck u despise my office
we made a deal we would stay the same
when we were high and we pictured business
blame it on the game lee ima blame it on ur name

so u need glasses to pack ur stash
ima sit put until u are long gone
f*** ur blood once and u screw ur cash
no looks related lee dark im so blond

up in this blood beef i still count cash
got a photo on my desk pretty face my cousin
long gone so lost but i cant give it to the trash
u and me lee and ur lunchtime m***in

we had glass up our gums
we were kissing
it was late
i was hurt
i was drunk
unsightly bulge is the bulge of promise
the pocketed lip holding bags of joy
u stick it to me like a packet of pommes
the pouch kicking in as its feeling the void

your crush has a face now the face is polite
no sleep be in sight u been up the whole while
if this doesnt share just what u had in sight
how to hunt down old lee now whos back in style
its growing inside u the need to swallow
the stash in the cooler wont last a month
the fat piece it carries will make u follow
u got ur provider u quit the hunt

the Real ease in this piece will make u shine
if U like it now u will love the next time
i wont let it go by U run this line
dip a pickle in the jameson, sip a drink of time

the wok at your show had a perfect chew
our unsightly bulge keeps our minds connected
i dip every piece as im looking at you
in the end of the mingle the night is erect