yup!
Yung Gravy
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Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy getting 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 lemme f*ck," ooh I'll consider (ayy, ayy) 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 f*ck 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 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 them I'ma smash Gravy got your puta, she sittin' in my Jacuzzi I think I need a few more And if you got the Henny, pour it up When I walk in the building Gravy getting 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 lemme f*ck," ooh I'll consider (ayy, ayy) 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 too She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby Get the f*ck off my lawn, now get lost, baby Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost Eighty bitches in my crib. going through 'em Randy Moss, baby Ooh, pussy Gravy Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy getting 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 lemme f*ck," ooh I'll consider (ayy, ayy) 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
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Written by: Maiquel Romero, Matthew Hauri, Nick Seeley, William Thompson
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