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Song: | yup! |
Album: | yup! | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 188 sec |
Lyricist: Yung Gravy
Lyrics:
Oye Mamita rica, che madame Pa' que lo goce ˇAjá! Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh) Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women) I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) 'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy) So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby Ayy, don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (Ooh) Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker Hannah Montana, I got th5 juice, I got the Fanta I got the juic5, like a banana I got the juice, like Tropicana I make gas, I got gelato I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle Got pizazz like it's my motto I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then I'ma smash Gravy got your puta She sittin' in my jacuzzi (Ooh) I think I need a few more Yeah, and if you got the Henny, pour it up When I walk in the building (Ooh) Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women) I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) 'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy) So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby Yup, she said yup, I said yup I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby) And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain't my type (I need a thicky) Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life (Goddamn) And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I don't want you Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on two She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost Eighty bitches in my crib, goin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby Ooh, pussy Gravy Woh Hombre, no nací bailando ˇAjá! Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh) Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women) I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) 'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy) So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby Muchacho Gravy está duro de verdad, żeh? Woh Hombre, no nací bailando ˇAjá! MetroLyrics
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