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graduate - joe danko lyrics

[intro]
man, man, man

[chorus]
man, i told you i would graduate
i got that f*cking length, son, like galloway, hanging up
now she calling back like she halle berry
looking at the crowd that i jrue like i’m holiday, bam
boy, sit down, this ain’t no motherf*cking child’s play
larry foote, you can hear my steps come from miles away
this just off the top like some hollandaise
the way i clean house i get yolanda’s praise
recording on the dell just like lana rey
then i beat you down, max holloway
pockets on that*pockets on that f*cking dj khaled, mane
tryna count my cash by the motherf*cking pallet weight (yeah)
hottеst white boy out, you can ask zai to validate
i can evеn see you through my m*f*ckin pile of shades
being this sick get me rich, magic johnson aids (huh)
man, i went there

[verse 1]
y’all can’t even comprehend what the f*ck i’m working towards
get insured, whip a porsche
pull up to the court just to b*tch the board
then i’ll go and flip the score
threaten just to pull the cord
like i’m on the highway in the bed of a f*cking ford
looking at the state of rap, and i’m getting bored
worried about what others think just to get endorsed
put you in the dirt, dig you up, p*ss on your corpse
you better let me in the game before i kick the door
i could see the future through the lean (yeah)
writing raps like a fiend (yeah)
cl!ck clack with a beam
make you dance and sing like you’re m*f*cking celine
then i’ll hit you with a big bag of that breen
[interlude]
bang! bang! wins the game at the buzzer!
(okay, yeah, uh)

[verse 2]
fitted on, man, i’m rap’s cat in the hat
want the whip matted like black
i get cheese just like a rat
my rap, it stics, like stats
and i’m soaking in this b*tch like she a vat
my sh*t, yeah, it spit, then it go splat
and it’s seven and some change like it’s f*cking kristaps (d*mn)
skrt off in that h*llcat, call me perry the scatapus
we don’t got much to discuss
except for how much i change, thus you must adjust
and trust that you mustn’t fuss
when i’m the bus getting unlimited sh*t like i’m russ
k!ll a case a brews, call me brewsolini
my genie in bikini and beanie
she turn my teenie weenie to a zucchini
houdini, slurp like linguine
or dirty martini in a borgini
it’s so creamy and steamy, like d*mn
man

[chorus]
man, i told you i would graduate
i got that f*cking length, son, like galloway, hanging up
now she calling back like she halle berry
looking at the crowd that i jrue like i’m holiday, d*mn
i’m a grownd man, sit down, this sh*t ain’t no child’s play
larry foote, you can hear my steps come from miles away
this just off the top like some hollandaise
the way i clean house i get yolanda’s praise
recording on the dell just like lana rey
beat you down, max holloway
pockets on that*pockets on that f*cking dj khaled, mane
tryna count my cash by the motherf*cking pallet weight
hottest white boy out, you can ask zai to validate
i can even see you through my m*f*ckin pile of shades
being this sick get me rich, magic johnson aids (yeah)
yeah, i went there

- joe danko lyrics

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