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letra de wasabi - dak4ndym4nfu & young philosophy

[young philosophy]
man my girl broke up with me, somebody robbed me, do ti sol la fa mi and i’m sobbing
i’m feeling in the dumps so i head to wasabi
and while initially i feel a little lonely
i feel so much better when surrounded by the homies (ya got that right)
yeah, we order that beef broccoli
i can’t use chopsticks so all the homies mockin me
don’t take it personally because we just having fun
good food with the huns and the sons ton a fun. what you mean you done, son?

soup with the wontons, $1.50
if my spirits feeling low then i know this food will lift me
menu chinese on the front, j-p on the back
their heart go into this snack it’s like a freaking heart attack (swag)

my friends listen to my problems even if they sound lame
while we eating them dumplings chicken or the chow mein
i can hardly act sane wit my man makin these doodles
crunchy noodles by the oodle order the kit and caboodle
i got it at a discount, the staff h-lla friendly
whether we pull up on a trek or drive up in a bentley
you -ssured that we living large eating h-lla nice
take an order of some swag and some pork fried rice

wasabi
and if you feeling blue like the na’avi (oh)
you can catch me in the lobby of wasabi (wasabi)

i get that beef lo mein man you know me
let us gobble lettuce, baby corn, peppers and show me homie all these snow peas
peppers falling off my plate to my mouth like a leper yes sir
chicken with the edgy veggies i’m a connoiseur
of the food on my mind all the time because you know it taste sublime
speechless after i eat it i look like a freaking mime
together no devisors, taste erupting like a geyser
spicy entres burn like dante and i inhale appetizers (swag)

[collision theory]
i’m eating pork fried rice with my homie young philosophy
wasabi close at ten, that’s a tragedy like sophocles
i gobble down the dumplings at incredible velocity
eat every single bite, empty plates is an atrocity
sippin’ on sprite, drinkin’ lemon lime cans
this sushis straight from j-pan, so much better than chans
tippin’ higher than the sky, so they lower the cost
better believe this boy boss eatin’ h-lla soy sauce (woo!)

generally you know i generally get general tso
or is it general tso? i rule this joint like general mao
i’m in the general now, pushin’ c0ke but it’s diet
i demand the chicken and the chef is finna fry it
try it, this is gonna rule, don’t deny it
eat out, bake out, get the steak out this take out (swag)
wonton in hand, it’s my personal brand
so much duck sauce you can call me barbra streisand

the food on the tables art, i’m a curator
can hardly speak to the waiter, i use a google translator
walking in with this swagger, i got a cane and a hat
sayin’ “i’m a gentleman, remember that!” (b-tch!)
i look like citizen kane with asian fusion campaigns
i’ll cover any terrain, to obtain this lo mein
this chinese domain and i be like texas and sandy, man
lemme hand the chopsticks to my homie dakandyman

[dak4ndym4nfu]
you know who it is, it’s that motherf-cking sweet b-tch
sour with my lyrics so you know it makes the perfect mix
what the f-ck you talkin’ bout? your lyrics sound like word fumbles
man, my fortune’s stacking, i guess that’s how the cookie crumbles
this sh-t come straight slashin’ out of your browser
play it once, second time, a little louder
surfin’ the net for free at panda express
munching on some crab goonies, bubble tea to melt my stress, oh yes

i feel blessed with this orange fried chicken
going ham with some lobster sauce, this beat is finger l!cking
tight artists goes the hardest, yeah we stay connected in the loop
our lyrics are like wontons, this beats the f-ckin’ soup
mix it up, mix it up, cat cooking daddy swag
no need for these napkins, wipe my mouth with gucci rag
burp in the air, i’m finished, it was fun
pay the check, leave no tip, mister f-ck it, i’m off one

- dak4ndym4nfu young philosophy

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