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Slime Season 7
Yung Gravy
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Uh, yeah
Picked up and waited for you clientele
Uh, pussy you a dumb boy I wish you well
Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill
Yeah, I might take off if I take another trip
My momma said, "Boy don't you worry, just worry 'bout yourself"
I got Comme des Garรงons, I can not do no wrong
I was runnin' something else, now it's Fendi on that belt
And they washin' every stilt, and them haters everywhere
And the bitches take me there, and the pills just take me there
Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear
And my pistol take you here
And you make me better, least I won't be better
And my wrist is where it at
Playing twenty-one with yo bitch, seven-twenty with the wrist
Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick
Aw shit, cross her up slick
Three-sixty dunk, now it's twenty-one to six
(Gravy Train)
Said I'm always packing six hoes just like a revolver
If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver's
Call me Mr. Butter 'cause you know I spread the love
I'm with your bitch in the tub, man, that's rub-a-dub-dub
Yeah I'm with a bitch named Gladys
All my bitches is the baddest
Avery and Yung Gravy on that fucking flex status
Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks
Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux
Uh, goddamn
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