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| Song: | Karen, Pt. 2 |
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Uh, uh Uh, uh Gravy stole your bitch Boy that's a disgrace, playing tennis with yo' girl And that ass just got ace (sports) Cover up that booty with the peppermint toothpaste All I do is sweet talk, so all I get is tooth ache Eating fettuccine with yo' bitch out in Napoli Pulling fat hoes so they call me young gravity Had to pipe yo' mom but she look just like a manatee If I hit your granny then I hit the whole family That's a tragedy (Sitting in the park, waiting for you) Posted at your crib and I'm eating all your snack packs Yo momma's in the kitchen and she cheffing on some flapjacks With the syrup (Yes, I'm sitting right here) (Waiting for you, my-) In your backyard steady bronzing up my ass-crack 'Bout as tan as Akon, yo' mamma had to smack that Boy leave me alone sh'es my best friend on Snapchat Tossing dick pics just to get a little snapcash (ching) Oh Um, hey honey, it's mom I was thinking we could have a little, uh Thanksgiving style dinner tonight Uh, Yung Gravy a.k.a Lil steamers gonna be here I think he might sit in your spot but I can get you a pull up chair We go turkey, mash potatoe,s um, of course a little gravy Always gotta have some of that gravy
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