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Grafh

Grafh, born Philip Bernard, is an American rapper from the Jamaica neighborhood of Queens, New York. Under Black Hand Entertainment, he released a collection of mixtapes and an album, Autografh. more »

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Intro (Grafh)

Boo
Spooky
Ay

Verse 1 (Grafh)

Ooh baby it's real, put some money on the line and let's make it forreal
I'm loving the rush, I'm loving the way that it feels
I'm fucking you raw, I'm paying the bills
I may be a player forreal cause baby I'm playing the field
Taking you still to play in the field
Breaking your heart and making it heal when I'm breaking the seal
Tell em I charge what I charge, I ain't making a deal
Imma live forever, f*ck making a will
Jesus was busy I had to give Satan the will
Come find out if Satan is real
I pull and shoot bulletproof love, plated in steel
I'm blazin' the drill
Nigga my swag made of icing
Your hands made for typing my hand fade is Tyson
My man's made of Vikings, your man made indictments
I look in the mirror I see a man made of lightening
Fiends climbing the rock, campaign for hiking 
My jacket is handmade, lamb suede and bison
Fly nigga, fresh off of the stove top
Told cops suck my dick at the road block

Hook (Grafh)

My heart is frozen
I don't break it down by the whole thing
If I cock it back I'm unloading
We the trap gods, we the chosen ones
Oh you thought we was gonna die right here huh
We the chosen ones
Oh you thought the bottom was forever
We chosen

Verse 2 (Grafh)

Stupid nigga say something
When the base jump it got the fiends bass jumping
Semi go boom, a speaker with the bass jumping
Whole home-made dumplings got the whole home base jumping
Home run, I go ape or I go shake something
I showcase a whole Kate Hudson, I know Kate Upton
Whole plates of snowflakes fluffin', they home made
These are home baked muffins, nigga your gold chain's rusting
Don't talk to me, the whole K uppin'
Flatten your chest, no a cuppin'
I'm OJ glovin'
Aint no way duckin'
I put the dot on the option, I point and click after I locate something
Then hit the ok button
I found it, I go make something 
When there's no pay, and the phone ain't buzzin'
And there's no way home and there's no train coming
And there's no way for you to donate nothing
You don't wait until the toilet bowl ain't flushing
For you to go ape hustling, nigga

Hook (Grafh)

My heart is frozen
I don't break it down by the whole thing
If I cock it back I'm unloading
We the trap gods, we the chosen ones
People like us, we should inspire
We the chosen ones
People like us, you should admire
We chosen

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