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wasabi boiz – bok choi | 02.95.64. lyrics

[intro]
we go to the store, we get the custard, we get the stutter, we get the b-tter
you think that’s vitamin water?

[chorus]
barry cheetah, got a home run
got real bookers, got a real stun gun
know you’re gonna get stunned boy
don’t have a handgun going bok choi

[verse 1]
eating bok choi with my hittas at n0bu
out on the beach riding surfers at laguna
yeah got it from my boy call it big kahuna
i got to school on that take call it poon state
drake new album if you’re reading this it’s too late
i just rhyme sh-t for the h-ll of it
we got money yeah we spending for the h-ll of it
white red shrimp got seafood eating good
yeah better yet i did it for the hood
out in ray bans matza walla with the b-tter
bruh did i stutter? i get big money like no other
took a lift to my penthouse, right to the top
now we in new york at the louis v shop
got that freshman juice ahead always looking hot
yeah tie up the lobsters they gotta get bought
schooled someone yeah they had to get taught

[chorus]

[verse 2]
eating rainbow trout not the color of money
the big one hundred staring straight at your face
your boy got that caramel color skin trait
chocolate skin, deca-dipping sweet
ten thirty one but it’s not halloween
curly hair natural, ain’t now perm
best corner in the league, call it richard sherm
white boy on fire, hotter than a mixtape
got me on the mic yeah your boy going ape
on the mic vocabulary flexing and finessing
my whole life is but a but a but a blessing
look at my body, bruh, i’m not even flexing
just filed my taxes i ain’t even stressing
i just saved me b-b-b-b-billions
on the beat your boy getting tr-tr-tr-tr-trillions
hear me on the sneak watch out for luffa millions

[chorus]

[bridge]
what you guys feeling tonight, a little pizzle on my dizzle?
a little, extra dizzle, sizzle
why not some bok chizzle on my dizzle?
bok chizzle on your dizzle?
i want some – i want some cabaggizle
do we have some sushi paprizzle for the money on my grizzle?
raspaper on a red cabbage?
andri, you go now

[verse 3]
in a phone boy, hit me on the celli
damorealizer on the track reading machiavelli
looking real fly, you looking real jelly
hit me with that bread boy i got that peanut b-tter
big boy penthouse never close the shutter
got a hot girl and she iced out
you know your boy got riches i ain’t steve stout
yeah your boy on the beat, call me dj mustard
cut up the pizza, give me that custard
yo turn up the volume but don’t let it sizzle
fo-rizzle, fabrizzle, extra salt on the prizzle
got that ralph on deck, money in stacks
gucci on my waist racks racks on racks
pineapple smoothie real girl exotic fruits
walking around in a thousand dollar suit
hotter than j. cole in “forbidden fruit”
fruit yeah!

[chorus x2]

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