Lyrics:
Good times. Good friends.
Chilling in the summer sun
Hard days work is done
Fire up the BBQ
We'll soot the breeze and tip back a few
Bok Choy my
And you bitches just blew off a hot voice
Fry the beet (beat) , then I serve it with bok choy
Play with niggas, I feel like a tomboy
Pop out deep so we
and spreading the joy
Jump in the mosh pit here with your boy
I'd be out eating Big Bok Choy
Feeling so dope like Chips Ahoy
My bro Charlie with me, he a legends
thought boi
Stirrin stirrin imma cook it up like its bok choy
(Run it back)
(Run it back)
(Stirrin stirrin imma cook it up like its bok choy)
(Ice on my
(Big boi, come pick up your phone)
(Your call have been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)
Ordering my bok choy
Listening to chop suey
with my friends just making noise
Someday I'll be in LA chilling with Scum Boi
In the studio we cooking up like it's bok choy
Bitches on my dick but I'm
Oh, I'm just a lost boy, I'm suffering
I'm stuck with the bok choy and I miss my friends
Where do we go babe? Where is my home?
Oh, I'm just
makin'
Major bok choy
Royalty, only two of us are fuckin' rappers
Another runs Wordpress, another does Apple
Another's DT and drinkin', talkin'
On that
a look at my lil' wrist, boy, this lil bitch look like a foreign
Cook it up like it's some bok choy, we still been serving chickens
I been sippin
the
Man's a block boy
Cause he keep his fam happy
With lots of Bok Choy
Live free, die fat
Rock shot to a kill screen time lapse
Watch how the blitzkrieg
As the world keeps burning
As my soul keeps learning
Tears fall from the castles around my heart
Paperboy, top noise
Now I'm in Chinatown, bok choy
Should've
Cannibalized into celluloid
Get analyzed by Sigmund Freud
Celibacy and bedtime stories
Celery sticks and bok choy
Don't do it
Please don't do it
serve em up like bok choy, this is ongoing,
rappers slip like Freud got their thoughts showing,
ignorant, blind to the fact that they not knowing what I
of the party
Eating all your bok choy
No money round the wrists
Just another canvas for the slits
Keep that handy prescription
I dont wanna throw fists
out for you like please stop Roy
Give away generic rhymes like a free pop toy
And I'm chilling at Dragon Boat while I eat bok choy
Y'all in the back
we can eat boy
Shots of louie wit the bok choy
(block)
Oye mami ol que es(yah)
Spilling game on yo bitch
(Yo bish)
She cought the sauce dish
I fucked
this boy
Got a vegan diet
Couscous bok choy
You know beef don't try it
My duce duce make noise
It'll be them lil ones
That will catch you off guard
weights prolly drink soy
We pirates manifesting chips ahoy
Get healthy get wit it eat yo bok choy
Only lift your pride issa decoy
No game can't ball play ya
eat leaves
Romaine bok choy, fenugreek,
Eat em up raw will you please
Keepin you and your team healthy
When the cameras flash say greens
Got a buncha
Yeah they out there on yo neck like lost boys
Might wok yo ass up like bok choy
Cook yo niggas up in front of you like beni han
Yeah they think they
business
Passing out candy canes to kids with joy
But my momma tryna feed me bok choy
Fall is over now it’s winter
Chopping wood getting a splinter
Need that
Icy cold the purple drank
I'm smoking many flavors see me roll on vogues
Bok choy rolled and stuffed in papers
Extra potatoe salad on my plate
Goodness
an underrated statement
Got a new face
New place
In the basement
And I pay rent with the muthafuckin' lost boys
Eating stir fry with the muthafuckin' bok choy
Got
running, running, running, Imma run till I drop
(Yuh)
You're a dough boy, I got the dough boy
Get played like a toy, get chewed like bok choy
Get left just
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