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, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, "What's up? " Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) "Gravy, let me fuck, " ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) 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 fuck 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 (Ooh) Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker Hannah Montana, I got thе juice, I got the Fanta I got the juicе, 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 then I'ma 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, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, "What's up? " Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) "Gravy, let me fuck, " ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) 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 two She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby Get the fuck 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, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy) And your bitch say, "What's up? " Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy) "Gravy, let me fuck, " ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh) 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
Muchacho Gravy está duro de verdad, ¿eh? Woh Hombre, no nací bailando ¡Ajá!
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Compositores: Khirye Anthony Tyler (BMI), Larrance Levar Dopson (BMI), Maiquel V Romero (Maiquel Romero) (BMI), Matthew Hauri (Yung Gravy) (BMI), Nicholas B Seeley (Nick Byron Seeley) (BMI), Quintin Ferbie Gulledge (BMI), Tyler William ThompsonEditores: Artist 101 Publishing Group (BMI), Blue Nike Publishing (BMI), Khirye Tyler Music (BMI), Producer Nick Production and Publishing Co (BMI), Qcandoit Music (BMI), Songs Of Volume Ventures (BMI), Music Companion (BMI), Yung Gravy Music (BMI)Administração: Artist 101 Publishing Group (BMI), Artist Publishing Group LLC, Peermusic Iii Ltd (BMI), Music Companion (BMI), Yung Gravy LLCECAD verificado obra #34902226 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM