XAiSNAPPED - Mrs. Graves Song!
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(Intro)
Clap
Ain't no acting
We popped out it's action
You ain't pressing shit
You fanum taxing
Bitch you lacking
And you know we clappin'
Them bullets tapped him
Now you know we laughin
(Bridge 1)
(To be honest)
(What bro? Talk to me, Talk to me)
(I just want her to sit on my face bruh)
(WHAT)
(I don't know)
(I know thats some freaky ass shit)
(You's a freaky ass nigga)
(Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out)
(Cause its like- look tho)
(Like- like- like- like-)
(Like like like- Speak nigga!)
(What if its maximum pleasure by riding my face)
(But like, thats still freaky as hell)
(And I'm jus beating my shi becausе I know-)
(WOAH!!)
(BEATING YO SHIT?!)
(Verse 1)
Slappin' that bitch when I'm slanging this dick
Pussy gon' talk
Cuz, this song is a diss
And I alrеady know that you's a bitch
Throwing his body in a fucking ditch
And you know not to ask that!
When im hitting it
It better clap!
Ain't no acting
We popped out it's action
You ain't pressing shit
You fanum taxing
Bitch you lacking
And you know we clappin'
Them bullets tapped him
Now you know we laughin
Tellin that bitch
To sit on my face
Fii gon' win that fucking case
Today gon' be a good day
And them pussies is gon fucking hate
I'm just gon reply with "k."
Haha
It's okay!
(Verse 2)
And I know that we gon' blow up
I'm trynna take it slow
But they try to take my soul
And I hit em wit' that Cobra! (Cold blood!)
My dog gone too soon!
Hit bitch with that blue, too!
I might hit you with that tool!
I might hit you with that too..
Imma just switch up the flow
Hit his bitch on the go
Know we already gon' blow
Pullin up to the show
Hit his bitch on the low
Never taking it slow
She snatching my soul!
You hang like a slope
I'm really the G.O.A.T
I'm throwing down 4s
I'm grabbing my sword
I see that you poor!
She asking for more
I tell her "You not really sure.."
(Bridge 2)
(?...)
(Verse 3)
(?...)
(Outro)
(?...)
Clap
Ain't no acting
We popped out it's action
You ain't pressing shit
You fanum taxing
Bitch you lacking
And you know we clappin'
Them bullets tapped him
Now you know we laughin
(Bridge 1)
(To be honest)
(What bro? Talk to me, Talk to me)
(I just want her to sit on my face bruh)
(WHAT)
(I don't know)
(I know thats some freaky ass shit)
(You's a freaky ass nigga)
(Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out)
(Cause its like- look tho)
(Like- like- like- like-)
(Like like like- Speak nigga!)
(What if its maximum pleasure by riding my face)
(But like, thats still freaky as hell)
(And I'm jus beating my shi becausе I know-)
(WOAH!!)
(BEATING YO SHIT?!)
(Verse 1)
Slappin' that bitch when I'm slanging this dick
Pussy gon' talk
Cuz, this song is a diss
And I alrеady know that you's a bitch
Throwing his body in a fucking ditch
And you know not to ask that!
When im hitting it
It better clap!
Ain't no acting
We popped out it's action
You ain't pressing shit
You fanum taxing
Bitch you lacking
And you know we clappin'
Them bullets tapped him
Now you know we laughin
Tellin that bitch
To sit on my face
Fii gon' win that fucking case
Today gon' be a good day
And them pussies is gon fucking hate
I'm just gon reply with "k."
Haha
It's okay!
(Verse 2)
And I know that we gon' blow up
I'm trynna take it slow
But they try to take my soul
And I hit em wit' that Cobra! (Cold blood!)
My dog gone too soon!
Hit bitch with that blue, too!
I might hit you with that tool!
I might hit you with that too..
Imma just switch up the flow
Hit his bitch on the go
Know we already gon' blow
Pullin up to the show
Hit his bitch on the low
Never taking it slow
She snatching my soul!
You hang like a slope
I'm really the G.O.A.T
I'm throwing down 4s
I'm grabbing my sword
I see that you poor!
She asking for more
I tell her "You not really sure.."
(Bridge 2)
(?...)
(Verse 3)
(?...)
(Outro)
(?...)
