The Sesh Lyrics

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