Sacsdeep & Sly Guy Melps - Asian Party lyrics

[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**ed 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 pa**ion 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 dick 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** 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***a 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, pa** 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**y like I think I might wife her All cause she let me f** in a wife beater Ha ha [VERSE 3: SACSDEEP] She was Hyundai driven, I was Henny sippin A Pisces and a Cancer s** me under this paper lantern God save me I truly am a f**ing chistian But shes got Buddha, in her True Religion Lifted, barely knew her I said lets get lifted, yes Pa** 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** (f**ed that one up) Witnesses saw a possible terrorist In the penthouse Sheraton, p**y scented cinnamon Her b**hes came through to share dick like their heritage, ahhh Now, exposed, off edibles I'm peeling vagina, she wants my child (what the f**) Drop the rubber in the lobby Land back in the states for another Asian Party sh**