Wax Job

Lyrics

Yes, It's Mr. Mok, Mighty J and imperial Che Rhyme Imperial, Van Couv and USA I've tried to put it on this one This hun, mission: big gun Outside of the stage, son She come with one hell of a rhythm Mix within her hips Dark like a eclipse Blue lipstick, 5''6' and thick, I'm Cool as fuck well I flick my BIC Light my red and pick the right steps and shit To hit honey with the fire To my delight she's hip To my name on the bill is my game on the reel or what I didn't have the nothing but she's strutting beside me Speaking with the smile 'cause I'm ivory Her name Dominica she says she wanted a photo of me to have me froze on the conica Gotta pass it but they snap the camera wanna fuck I may wanna block but too late I've done one of the worst but under under absurd-type circumstances She said the chance of me inside her pants is ninety percent As long as I spend the whole night in the tent Well alright my fin is spin like two days Hope your face look as good as you cu-tay She said the food stay fresh 'cause she got loo-tay She was the inheritance case plus a weed head Listen to the girls getting love in cheens treskus Hold up let me skip it right right to where I rip it 'Cause everything I told you of this girl's just a snippet Come on the money tip 'cause the honey dip take me on the track (wax over Puerto rican two platinum skip) Let me skim out the within it's the limit to my max Sticking it to to these hoes like thumb tacks I live the life of a tennis players rack: swinging Kid you know the status here is more than I can manage And bringing it like a savage on these whores And I've seen more hoes than a mole on the golf course It shows through the lack of respect I suppose But a bitch is a bitch if she's fashion froze And no matter the clothes through the fog I think she knows Got a kitty cat it be that colin satchker show With this bad-ass hoe from Monaco Big as fuck with a butt that be going mighty close Got a nigga calling _arabus_ for real split in her plans But my man put a stampede drill You know the deal: puss and guts is a full time job And I be hushing in the pussy with a sickle that tickles pink globs Be on the back (what?) She said she loves that But treaking and skeetin and I'm treating a heart attack Beyond that skit got lip like a car crash Ho cut the hoe with the noses in tall grass I can't pass this: a bitch with another bitch And thinking with their ass with some dick that was classic How was the tax? They gotta nigga think he's magic Dunking and turning bushes and spunking out sporratic Squirts is two skirts and a flirt with a big dick Honey if it hurts let me know and I shify it (wax over Puerto Ricans and raps) We attack them ass cracks filling up the gaps () Bitches with bitches with big dicks and not tic tacs () We come where we reside through the hose through the mat () Going in our tank with the stank that while she's stopping for gas I'm at a limitless crib I got her out of her clothes And dove inside of her alcoves she moaned at low tones Said: Moke you feel crazy why is your vibe greater [?] I drank so much coffee my dick's a vibrator Watch me pull out and shoot in your eye later As a dilator I push the buttons like Sega When I made the hoe copper asked in to sky [?] A major probe paved in gold up inside to side to sigh Broke off but three legs off the bed She said fuck it she like a waterbed instead In the guest room Jump back in the pool and made waves Knocked out a couple of braves and then spread my glaze On the chicken rump to make it short I headed for three days got some Nikes and some polo sport Cologne and much pussy in foadiswell I play smooth but niggas know I'm lewd as hell () Popping in diva so that all does not pop back () J-Raz the undercover brother do the dog shag Mr Moka slapping bitches upside the head of the nut sack () We all fun niggers so stay the fuck back () [Shoutouts in the background]: (Man, Eez Van Coov, 49 shout/shoov, do it mister, all mile, the rest of my whole team)