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 muffin
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
Fuck 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 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
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