Grafh – It's Just Music Lyrics

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Grafh (1st Verse)
Yeah Nigga been asking for this shit man ( Clear throat adlib)
Go
Haaaaaa TeamBang in this mother fucker… Joe Budden
Ay… My name Grafh baby haaaaaa…
See a …. I know what Hip Hop needs nigga
We got it from here, Look here Ay… Ay
Grafh got em life’s a bitch with ass shots madd rotten but I’m still back shotin
Still back boxing in back the trap Chopin off track jogging with the city on my back squatin
Im sash squashing and squashing I beat them into pizza and add topping
I got all runnin back hoping faster than Joe Budden have model broads coming back blogging
(Stop)
As soon as she tweets a fuckin cab stopping
I dead her as soon as she plug her laptop in ugh… ooh boy
I got the game sew tighter than the pants on a new boy
True story yall expected me to fall I am in the building with aspestos in the walls
I’m stepping on your arms then I put my heel under your elbow and lean on it while I’m stepping on your palm
(Snap)
Nigga I represent New York City the whole world in my hand like two small titties
In a two door coupe with the roof all pretty and my rim got my tires lookin snoop dogg skinny
Gone…



Shalone (HooK)
Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life is music .. music
I heard on the radio its playing
Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life is music .. music
I heard on the radio its playing



Joe Budden (2nd Verse)


Go head you try it with a insider riot incitor
Who ever think they eating is the food diet get apply to I
Show them the cal and how behemoth it be
To you it’s a wars
It’s just disagreement to me
I’m a behemoth on the cement when you him fix tone up
I’m coke infested semen all grow up
But when I’m talkin weekend that’s means I’m poppin out in Vegas
Moving my owe rhythm you won’t it on the play list like
They shooting…
I’m mean watch them all clear finding a shell will be like a needle in Ross Beard
But that was back in my so broke days
And I don’t even text back she don’t go both ways
Even then when they drop them draws I don’t know if it’s the cargos I wore
Or murcielago doors back by the fire pit eating charcoal smore
I’m masturbating with my brain plot hardcore scores
I’m mine not a goon I every indication that I be on top soon
The crib came with a stock room
So here a jewel to those mocking my craft yall
You can’t tell them my stock raising if you’re ain't watching the Grafh
Joey

Shalone (HooK)
Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life is music .. music
I heard on the radio its playing
Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life is music .. music
I heard on the radio its playing

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