Wax Job

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
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Bitches with bitches with big dicks and not tic tacs
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We come where we reside through the hose through the mat
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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
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Popping in diva so that all does not pop back
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J-Raz the undercover brother do the dog shag
Mr Moka slapping bitches upside the head of the nut sack
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We all fun niggers so stay the fuck back
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[Shoutouts in the background]:
(Man, Eez Van Coov, 49 shout/shoov, do it mister, all mile, the rest of my whole team)