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iz, meg, maya & jen - graham crackers lyrics

[intro: j and i]
cuh-cuh-cuzzi on the beat
(wait you put the recording on right?)
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21!

[verse 1: i]
just ate some graham crackers
dip that sh-t in nutella b-tch (uh)
next year i’mma be a duck, f-ck! quack quack!
you b-tches all know me as iz
all the boys know me cuz i make ’em j-zz
didn’t they tell you i was a savage?
all my exes are just too much extra baggage
work all day, servin’ your man sushi (b-tch)
little do you know he’s all up in my coochie
drip, drip drip…f-ckin’ all day long
my p-ssy’s always ready for my man’s schl-ng (skr skr)
shoutout dom
he does lines on my -ss
he’s all up in my crack, he’s breaking my back
i call him daddy, while he’s rollin’ a fatty
puff puff p-ss, don’t forget to lick my -ss (skr skr)

[verse 2: m]
yeah, we out here in dagan’s house, yeah
it’s me, jen, iz, and maya
don’t try to play us cuz we got that fire
you know how we roll
every night and day, we goin’ out control
but we always keep it cl-ssy cuz we don’t wanna deal with all you hoes since you nasty
in a few years you’ll still be workin’ at mcd’s
while we’re all out here gettin’ those g’s
so, pack up your sh-t and leave, hoe
you’ll never make it to our motherf-ckin’ level!

[interlude: i, j, and mia]
skr, skr
lil boat
sh-t, sh-t
f-ck me up robert!

[verse 3: mia]
yeah, i’m out here with my ladies and we slayin’ (slayin)
godd-mn, we freestylin’ up on this beat like we slim shady (b-tch)
yeah, better call up yo man up, i don’t care what you sayin’
you playin’, if you don’t watch out he gon’ catch what i’m throwin’ back
i get down, you can toss me a couple f-ckin’ racks, yeah
spin this -ss on him like a f-ckin’ merry-go-round
he can’t even hear himself think when i’m goin’ downtown
ivy league b-tch to the public
but a freak in your bed (ya bed?)
i’ll tutor your -ss, and then i’ll give you head
throwin him shade cuz if he catch them feelings i’ll fade
call me mia cuz i’ll be mia (mia)
pop a perky like these t-tties
you know i only f-ck with biddies, yeah

[interlude: i, j, and mia]
f-ck me up robert
lil boat, lil boat, lil boat!
uh, uh

[verse 4: j]
uh, y’all hoes be way too scared to f-ckin’ rap
yeah, the ethnic gals be up here in the trap
uh, cookin’ up some heat and spittin’ fire
if you say that you ain’t jealous you’s a f-ckin’ liar (b-tch)
ya girl bad but she can suck that d-ck way better
uh, p-ssy red just like the scarlett letter (what?)
yeah, and my brown boy always treats me right (godd-mn)
likes his girl -ss fat and p-ssy tight
me and my girls keep it tight our bods poppin’
he loves it when we f-ck, i call him papi
ya mans be cravin’ general tso’s chicken
give him a taste of me, and they be finger-lickin’
hoes always be in my business
wonderin’ why i’m going to the 6 and cuttin’ off b-tches
but b-tch, don’t you know? i’m the sh-t!
cut you off like i’m dexter
and i won’t even text ya (uh, sorry)
i’m just gettin’ started, i could do this all day
bounce that sh-t like woah, girl this some child’s play

[outro: i, j, m, mia]
godd-mn
we out here
iz and jen, iz and jen
maya and megs, they on the beat
mister salmon, holla at me
f-ck me up robert!

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