Lyrics:
on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you something nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I
graphic
Fuck me cause my fashion
Bitch I make it happen
That's what I'm quarterback-in
Blow a big bag of green
Leave a murderous scene
I dodged a bullet
You
am, oh yeah
I caught her lacking, we started fucking and getting graphic
It was automatic, the feeling of her, I had to have it
We all got baggage with
grandma accidentally made a graphics card out of yarn (RTX 9099)
Up on the hill I got a nice, nice barn
(Ayy, it burnt down, aww) barn, barn, barn, barn
was doing backflips
Landed on a fat dick shit is getting graphic
Bunnies for the hat trick lucky like I'm patrick
Seen her booty smacked it and made her
man in a backwoods
Went to Hollywood thought she was acting
Got put on them websites that’s graphic
They put her last man in a backwoods
Got put
“Final Fantasy”
[Hook:] say this my final fantasy, a fat ass will make that hoe complete, with double Ds up under graphic T's, say this my final
talent
She rocking with me she might get the kid tatted
Triple X's man this s*** could get graphic
Getting money cuz I feel plutocratic
Meditating but
shit
For fish got tartare bitch
I'm flame, blaze arsonists
A raging narcissists
Almost mastered graphics til I thought to peep what was out in traffic
Daidai iro no wakusei no ue de
Midori no zubon wo haki
Neko no yo-u ni odoru
Trendy na Harajuku no
Anata wa graphic design no
Ohsama to jou ou
on you
These savage ghouls of obscene gore
Like insane rats they're still craving more
No survival, no escape it's just a world of.....
Graphic repulsion!
eye's wide open
The other two are slightly cracked
All I do is write this
Graphic novel in graphic language
And the blazing path that
Follows you can't
a spot that's spacious
And conjure up a plan to unite the races
I'm saying lady ain't no doubt about it
[scratch 2x]
Every move you make is graphic
I
a graphic
Mixing classics in an attic
Like a Maverick out in traffic, no mechanic)
Hang on
I'm so dramatic when I'm acting in my action
Got a passion in
At the roller rink
I still go to restaurants
And get the Mac and cheese
I still have a closet
Full of jeans and graphic tees
But I'm just being me
Why don't you
discretion is advised
Nudity and graphic language are in these lines
I captured lightening in a bottle, with my raunchy debacle
This like a page from a ghetto
Really, I'm just here so I don't get fined
I'm just here cause your sister is fine
If shit get graphic, it's all by design Tell you it straight so we
graphic i got two Ashleys
Blew at it pour a deuce after
I got two Fantas (sure)
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm
with this thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz, makin' terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook
swords of sorrow
My baby draws pictures of sex (Yes, she does)
All over the walls in graphic detail, sex!
Everybody say it now
Expert lover, huh,
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
We're changing highways
In heavy traffic
See the lights turn
To something graphic
With my suitcase and my brew
I come in your room
Hello
To science, I felt that I can help
Paranoid the doctor ran,
Shouting his graphic translation
All out of order
Gang wars and ails of riches,
Spewing forth
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners
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