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letra de asian party - sacsdeep & sly guy melps

[verse 1: sly guy melps]
drop the pen i’m ill, but immune to sickle cell
sport a four o’clock aroma ever since a single cell
can you tell my mind filled with gold?
can you tell my thoughts k!lled the pope?
can you tell i’m pushing the cold back until this pretty face on vogue?
(kid you’re a joke)
nonetheless
i’ve got this p-ssion burning up my chest
oriental hoes; the most important guests
i’m up all night so forget about the rest
uhh, yeah slide in quick
ports in they mouth so i light it with a bic
fantasies of the panty seas got me fueled so high that i’m sweating gasoline
uhh, whachu think about me?
i ain’t bein mean but i’m speaking like a fiend but its clean
i know they eat it all up
see me in the sheets they wanna meat it all up, that’s what’s up
yeah we headed to the loft
i’m feeling so hard while she feeling so soft and i’m off
for your body the appraiser
gotchu so stunned that my d-ck is like a taser
uhh, but please beg my pardon
i’m seeking hoes like i’m watering a garden
body wanting more beggin back for me to f-ck her
works a body well cuz shes probably a doctor, but stop
we gotta take it downstairs
slip on the gucci’s, i got a couple pairs
you say you’ve been waiting for over 20 years
i hope she don’t stalk me already got a couple shares
my n-gga sacs on the sofa i’m peeping from the mezzanine
he’s spittin fire that illuminates the subtle scene
hoes flocking like the albatross
at least three hoes exposing holes just to get underneath
i was put here to please
but only overnight, i ain’t ever heard of late fees
i’m tryna bounce grab the ounce, p-ss the keys

[verse 2: sacsdeep]
in between crack fiends and a free base novice
ash my keef, i just bout lost it
she pulls up looking porsche conscious
first out the box something like lofton
blow smoke in her face, excuse me, pardon but
do you weed your garden?
what?!, you talking reefer?
naw ho why you dripping on my sneakers
how bout we chill in my chrysler
i can show you the specs you can show me your features
i play some drake, she strips, okay
chest like a plate, still i eat her
something bout chinaware, in the two seater
her nipples on the rise
the heat sunk in the seat wun’t enough fire
but the split swisher compliments the sprite liter
i beat her p-ssy like i think i might wife her
all cause she let me f-ck in a wife beater
ha ha

[verse 3: sacsdeep]
she was hyundai driven, i was henny sippin
a pisces and a cancer suck me under this paper lantern
god save me i truly am a f-cking chistian
but shes got buddha, in her true religion
lifted, barely knew her
i said lets get lifted, yes
p-ss the fire, split a cigarello
she books a flight on continental
louis leather in the avis rental
she orders oriental chicken off every menu
f-ck (f-cked that one up)
witnesses saw a possible terrorist
in the penthouse sheraton, p-ssy scented cinnamon
her b-tches came through to share d-ck like their heritage, ahhh
now, exposed, off edibles
i’m peeling v-g-n-, she wants my child (what the f-ck)
drop the rubber in the lobby
land back in the states for another asian party
sh-t

- sacsdeep sly guy melps

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