The Sesh

Yeah, ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouhh ouh
Ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouh
Ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouh ouh
Ouhh ouh ouhh, ouh

I got these baggy jeans that sit real nicely on my checks
If they don't see me they like"is Regel coming yet?"
Yuh, this ho like"excuse me, yuh thought that I was next"
Yuh like who the fuck is she ain't invited to the sesh
Yuh, ice all in my veins, white dunks on me like cocaine yuh
Eyes like candy cane yeah I'm going David Blaine yuh
Tell me what's on your mind, tell me what's going up there
Tell me is this fit fye yeah I know you wanna
Yeah standin' outside in the rain I feel fresh in my Gore-Tex yeah
Let me just take a rest while I'm rollin' up this pressure
Yeh while I'm smokin' on this pressure
Yeh while I'm smokin' on this pressure
Heavy on smokin that za I know my doctor would be pissed
Yellin' at me like"Jacque you know you gotta stop that shit"
Like, weed, mary-jane, or za, I don't care just pass me the spliff
Yeah the fog it made me cough I'm soundin' froggy in this bitch (rah)

I think I could be a farmer how I'm handlin' this shit
Never lackin' in performance, I'm the captain of this ship
Not a day where I'm not workin' I've been bossin' up my clique
I've been workin' through my asthma I can barely catch my breath (yah)

Goin' up with my team and they all rockin' my tee yeah
Did it with my two feet why your ho say that I got three?
Comin' to fuck her like a G
I hit home runs, touchdowns and three's
They couldn't walk up in my feet, I'm big boy Jacque Fee-Fo-Fum-Fee
Come to the function yeah yeah yeah
Know who they lovin' yeah yeah yeah
Pull up I'm stuntin' yeah yeah yeah
Pull up like Pampers shit on them
Puttin' my fit in a magazine, all of fits deserve a flic
Roll up the blunt my lighter click, fuckin' us up we too damn lit
Rollin the blunt my lighter click, fuckin' us up we too damn lit yeah



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Writer(s): Jacque Regel
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