ANGELS SING

I'm just a young Asian boy having my way,
with a bunch of hot different girls,
and they come from all parts of the world,
so I'm chilling with one in a hot cozy sauna,
her bikini is made by Dolce & Gabbana,
and we're blowing on Belgium marijuana,
hanging at night in Brussel, Belgium,
where the dealers hustle to sell them,
and they seldom run out of the sticky,
so they sold some to me, I'm not really picky,

Cause Kush Boys strike like the Animal Farm,
blowing on bionic with a mechanical arm,
the vibe is warm and with a charismatic charm,
I can pull a girl without speaking her native tongue,
just with juice and rum, she'll choose and come,
roll and bounce to the beat of the drum,
then smoke an ounce til the body's nearly numb,
represent where I'm from and when I'm done,

She's gonna want to represent Kush Girls all day,
like Lil Jon, OK!, plus some of them go both ways,
but they all bring us more pay, it's why we so paid,
so ish'nay on the hate cause we got zero tolerance,
plus we high in the sky and can't hear you hollering,
too busy enjoying all the models and her friends,
I'm sipping the bottle to the end, slowly getting bent,
and she's slowly bending over to pick up her earrings,
whispering sweet nothings, but am I hearing things,
hearing the angels sing as she's gesturing things,
making her figure swing, I figure this will be a fling,
International Kush Boys, we living better than a king.

© 2008 George W. Kush

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