Steve Austin
Young Dolph, Yung Gravy
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(It's Jason Rich, baby) Got a Phantom 'cause I always wanted one Picked a magazine up, I was on the front (get it) Pipe your girl and her friends, that's a five-on-one Hit the Gravy stroke, hole in one Got a drop Chevelle 'cause I always wanted one (yeah) I looked her in her eyes and lied, said, "You my only one" (sike) Hardtop Chevelle because I always wanted one (ooh) Blue rocks in the Richard Mille, bitch that's a one-of-one (it's Dolph) Popped off, only took a sec I'm the Easter bunny, carats on my neck Pop, lock, drop, make 'em hit the deck Drop my top while I'm gettin' neck I feel like I'm Wu-Tang, I'm protected Ran into your boo thing, she got rejected That's just how I do things and they respect it Dropkick, Liu Kang Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah Cold stone wrist with the frosting Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin Pullin' up with your ho 'cause I'm saucin' Like Steve Austin Bitch, I been flossin' That's my shit, come get your bitch She lurkin' but she ain't slick She tryna get a grip, woah 'Scuse me, ma'am, that's my dick (woah) I feel like I'm Boyardee, Gravy get it sauced up I stop fuckin' with the scene, then I came and popped up I'ma help you out, buddy boy, I'ma floss ya Stank bitch, shawty smell like an opossum I'm drippin' ho' (drippin'), daddy Fiji (drip, yeah) So damn clean, poppa squeegee Got the funk, I'm the rap game Bee Gees Raspberry wrist all blue, like the freezie Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah Cold stone wrist with the frosting Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin Pullin' up with your ho 'cause I'm saucin' Like Steve Austin Bitch, I been flossin' I just wanna hit one time, yeah, one and done (ah) Skinny jeans but my pockets on Big Pun (oh) I rolled the blunt and put a perky-erky on her tongue (yuh) After I f*ck her, I'ma f*ck her friend, then I'm done (done) Stuff a hunnid in the box, fin it, that's a bomb (woo) Havin' big cake, but I can't give a bitch a crumb (uh-uh) Bought my mom a mansion 'cause she always wanted one (for real, though) Dolph, you 'posed to do that shit, you her oldest son (for real, though) Before rap, I hit the trap and I made a ton (for real, though) I made a lot of guala before I ever made a song (ha) I'm from the streets, I smoke blunts, I don't smoke out a bong (it's Dolph) Got naked pictures of your bitch in my cellphone
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Written by: Adolph Thornton Jr., Dilip Venkatesh, Jason Rich, Matthew Crabtree, Matthew Hauri
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