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fuck - graffitiavenue lyrics

[pre*chorus: graffitiavenue]
bust it wide open make it rain like a p*rn star
do the tuck and roll got my flav without corn starch
but i’d hate to be another lame at the sports bar
impact like a nova you’ll be smaller then a dwarf star

[chorus: graffitiavenue]
f*ck i just wanna win when i’m in like
f*ck plenty paper and i’m penning them like
f*ck i don’t wanna sit and pretend mother f*cker i am gone you’ll never see me again

[verse 1: graffitiavenue]
it would be so nasty but i like her asscheeks
sticky in the in the middle like a mother f*cking taffy
pop tart
pop stars
dominating top charts
also gotta riddle what’s a pig to a cop car
woah little do they know i’ve been getting kinda cold
almost like an igloo in the middle of the snow
like woah hate to be a no show to another f*cking show oh no

[verse 2: graffitiavenue]
777
was i sent from heaven
maybe h*ll
i’m not reverend
but i do what i gotta to protect my brethren
pats b ribbon just to
match this feeling
gotta box i’m filling
with amoxicillin
look at my rap sheet
heat on a scratch sheet
mathias on the rap beat
f*ck all you athletes
know you couldn’t catch me
cause i got some fast feet
like i’m in a track meet
beastie boys back street

- graffitiavenue lyrics

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