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 your lunchtime muffin
i am a fly at your sweaty chest

i hate your neck you 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 you need glasses to pack you stash
ima sit put until you are long gone
f*ck your blood once and you screw you 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
you and me lee and your lunchtime muffin

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
you 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 you had in sight
how to hunt down old lee now whos back in style

its growing inside you the need to swallow
the stash in the cooler wont last a month
the fat piece it carries will make you follow
you got your provider you quit the hunt

the Real ease in this piece will make you shine
if you like it now you will love the next time
i wont let it go by you 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

we had glass up our gums
we were kissing
it was late
i was hurt
i was drunk

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