- Yung Gravy yup! 歌詞
- Yung Gravy
- Oye
Mamita rica, che madame
Pa que lo goce
¡ Ajá!
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy gettin 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, thats how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'Whats up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
'Gravy, let me ****,' ooh, Ill consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I aint bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, Ima hit it,' Ima hit it, baby
Ayy, dont you **** with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin up, Im 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
Ima splash, Im like a bottle
Got pizazz like its my motto
Im tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then Ima smash
Gravy got your puta
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 every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, 'Yup, bitch, thats how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'Whats up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
' Gravy, let me ****,' ooh,Ill consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I aint bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, Ima hit it,' Ima hit it, baby
Yup, she said yup, I said yup
I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (Ima hit it, baby)
And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she aint 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 Ima get the bands even if I dont want to
If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I dont want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like Im fondue
All of yall been on one, congrats, bitch, Im on two
She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby
Get the **** off my lawn, now get lost, baby
Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
Eighty bitches in my crib, goin through em, Randy Moss, baby
Ooh, pussy
Gravy
Woh
Hombre, no nací bailando
¡ Ajá!
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy gettin 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, thats how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'Whats up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
'Gravy, let me ****,' ooh, Ill consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I aint bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, Ima hit it,' Ima hit it, baby
Muchacho
Gravy está duro de verdad, ¿ eh?
Woh
Hombre, no nací bailando
¡ Ajá!
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