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graze the sky - koopsta knicca lyrics

[intro: midnight creap]
midnight creap

[chorus: koopsta knicca]
and graze the sky, and graze the sky
and graze the sky, and graze the sky, and where is this guy
i’d love to, and graze the sky, and where is this guy
and graze the sky, and graze the sky

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
i’ve been sitting here, sippin’ on the book beer
bumpin’ “here, my dear”, ’bout to hit the nightlife
midnight life with the beale street lights
riding down riverside, what’s the left and the right
the hoes wanna kiss me, n*ggas wanna k!ll me
police tryna get me, but i got the devil in me
church on every block, parents smoke rocks
sippin’ on the henny, when we broke, blue top
fingers on the pi*zz*ot, what up my n*gga?!
catch a girl, get a girl, i’m on the king center
freelance truck comments in the cut
chillin’ on the plug, watching suckers roll up
if this ain’t what you want, my n*gga got funk
riding in the car with the body in the trunk
kids in school finna f*ck ’til two
come and get like koop, this what i do
i do, i do, i do, i do
[chorus: koopsta knicca]
and graze the sky, and graze the sky
and graze the sky, and graze the sky, and where is this guy
i’d love to, and graze the sky, and where is this guy
and graze the sky, and graze the

[verse 2: koopsta knicca]
cp hurl, jail every world
girls’ night out, b*tch, that ain’t furl
call my n*gga up, shake junk club
pop a couple of vodka, ’cause we sure finna f*ck
money falling down, pick it off the ground
give me back the g3, i am rich now
lyin’ on my car, gazing at the stars
parallel par, let the oof get the spark
lips on lock, eyes ’bout to pop
look at my bottom and the pills, how they pop
eighteen hundred burning up my stomach
ain’t slept in three days, and it made a n*gga vomit
d*ck in the stomach, this is how the woman
money pops out, my d*ck start coming
give me kool*aid, seventy grade
four*inch tongue might not let it touch face
f*ck with your boy, wordplay toy, i’ll always be self*employed
see, it’s a pretty rich creap, it’s a tennekee
i’ve always be really dulky, b*tch

- koopsta knicca lyrics

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