Grafh - My Space Jump Off lyrics

[Intro: Grafh] Yeah hey hey hey hey Yeah hey hey hey hey Yeah hey hey hey hey roooow... My name Grafh girl don't play with me I'm grafh girl don't play with me I run this sh** don't play with me It go 1 to the 2 to the 3 speak [Verse 1: Grafh] My name grafh baby I'm comin to town With the 'NY' sign on the front of my crown While y'all runnin around, stuck on the ground I'm in the plane lookin at the wing cutting the cloud I get to humpin around, I'm dirty I'm from the bottom, I'm from under the ground Ya heard me? I like it real nasty baby Please don't try to keep it cla**y baby. No I want my lips on ya skin Start from yo neck to the tip of ya chin -yabreathin And when ya start beginning to sing I'm ready to cum, I only put an inch of it in I like that. Splash I let it drip til it in You whine ya way and tryna twist to the spin Who'd a thought I woulda been wit a been When I met you on myspace and got picked as a friend [Hook] I said jumpoff, hey in my myspace jumpoff, hey Come girl, jumpoff, hey in my myspace jumpoff, jumpoff Boing Jumpoff, hey in my myspace jumpoff, hey Come girl, jumpoff, hey in my myspace jumpoff, jumpoff Boing [Verse 2: Grafh] Now show me what you want me to see Girl, how fly do you want me to be? Girl I'm superfly when I step on stage With this allstar to make you check my page And you love my songs and all the mess that I say So you sent me a text and I replied 'yes I may' -Amen Now I read that text Okay, it said somethin somethin somethin somethin somethin s** That's the only words that I remember in the text Started on the keyboard and ended on your flesh Started with a maybe and ended with a yes Started between the legs and ended on ya breast Ooh Started off textin flirtin, when ya heard make it hot the unedited version You sent me some flicks bu*t naked and tworkin You look good online but look better in person [Hook] [Verse 3: Grafh] Now I'm feelin dry bombs Grafhblackhand you could log on But if you wanna hop on you could log on to my balls like my draws got a dot com My soul rock the color of pop con Now I'm in the drop with some of the top gone (vrooom) It might be a Benz or a Jag But now I'm lookin for some friendz to add Text me baby send me ya math So I could hop off the laptop and get in ya a** (Text me) Tell me girl, tell me ya pa** (Text me) I just wanna suplex and smash You s**y a** you know (Oh) Be a drink be a smoke Tell me what ya like, what ya don't So when we meet up, we ain't gotta talk [Hook] [outro]