Rotisserie
Yung Gravy, bbno$
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Uh, bbno$ Yo, wassup, baby? Skrr, skrr Man, downtime your mother Crazy guy, crazy Skrr Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho (ho, ho, ho) Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin' foreign pho (true) Born show, born to glow, never said that (skrr, skrr) Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that (get it) It's gettin' serious Make a bitch delirious Bitches on my dick cause a boy so mysterious (woah) That's a mystery Thots makin' history Wrist keep spinnin' like a fuckin' rotisserie (skrr) David letterman, I said it man, I'm better, man (better) She wrap me up, she wrap me up, just like the Santa man (woo) I love my candy, tryna be a little sweeter man (sweet) I'm after money, need my money, I'm a greedy man Money on my grave, I'll run it up until I die (die) Got some eyes on every spot, I'm flexin' like a fly (fly) I never hurt a fly, I never cause a homicide (nah) If you playin' with me, I'ma use some pesticide (skrr) Baby Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho (ho, ho, ho) Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin' foreign pho (true) Born show, born to glow, never said that (skrr, skrr) Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that (skrrr) It's getting serious Make a bitch delirious Bitches on my dick 'cause a boy so mysterious (woah) That's a mystery Thots makin' history Wrist keep spinnin' like a fuckin' rotisserie (skrr) Got my wrist whippin' (whippin') Lookin' like a chef (chef) Oregano in my right, .30 on my left (yeah) Pull up with the set, got the kitchen all wet And the cream team comin' for your neck (lil' bitch, ooh) I don't do shit, but my bitch got tits (tits) Gravy walk around lookin' like a fuckin' lick (lick) Side bitch thick and my main bitch thick And my oatmeal thick, bitch, I can't even pick (woo) Gravy be finnesin', it's a blessin' when I'm on the block Teach your boy a lesson 'bout the flexin', bitches on my jock Wrist so reflective, it's aggressive for a fuckin' clock I been pourin' dressin' and caressin' on your fuckin' thot (Holy shit) Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin' foreign pho Born show, born to glow, never said that Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that Get it how I like Get a ho I like, yeah Cash out how I like Cash out how I like, yeah Thotty ain't my type Yeah, she ain't my type, yeah Forty on my wrist What a damn life, yeah
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Written by: Alexander Gumuchian, Matthew Hauri
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