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Lyricist: Yung Gravy
Lyrics:
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'' And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it 'Gravy, let me fuck', ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, 'Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it I'ma hit it, baby' 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 the juice, I got the Fanta I got the juice 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 (smash) Gravy got your boo though 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 everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'' And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it 'Gravy, let me fuck', ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, 'Yup, babygirl, 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 seatbelt On the first try, then she ain't my type (I need a thicky!) Gravy need a bitch with a 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 & Mild's, 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 And 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 80 bitches in my crib Runnin' through 'em, Randy Ross, baby Ooh Pussy Gravy
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'' And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it 'Gravy, let me fuck', ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, 'Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it I'ma hit it, baby'
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