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BABY GRAVY feat. Mia Gladstone
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(Gravy Train)
Uh, bbno$
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Yo, Yung Gravy, bbno$
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin', whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'? Really 'bout business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy stand in that corner, yeah, spinnin' that fidget
Thottie lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill, I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden, golden, golden
Golden, gold, yeah, yeah, yeah (ooh, ooh, yeah)
Ice cold and gold in the summer
I flex on another, froze (ooh, ooh, yeah)
Gold things got me blindsided
I'm searchin' for the gas, I'm a hybrid
Four ladies for the two boys
Baby Gravy, I divide it
Ladies like our tracks more than yours
Gentle woman, why she took my drawers?
Middle of the summer, neck be cold
Baby Gravy, truth be told
Fake gold but I still wear it
Take a flight, please declare it
Run up on you with my Nerf like a sheriff
Lady, stop starin'
ไฝ ๅฅฝ,ๅ่ง, ่ฟๆฏๅฆไธๅคฉ
Ten hoes on me like Ben
Yung Baby, Yung Gravy we did it again
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin', whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'? Really 'bout business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy stand in that corner, yeah, spinnin' that fidget
Thottie lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill, I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden, golden, golden
Golden, gold, yeah yeah yeah (ooh, ooh, yeah)
Ice cold and gold in the summer
I flex on another, froze (ooh, ooh, yeah)
Got a bitch named Becky and a bitch named Necky
Pull up in the club, pocket full of Dos Equis
Roundhouse kick, motherfucker, don't test me
Bakin' this bread with my motherfuckin' bestie
Yeah, that's cute and we gettin' that loot
Gravy train comin' through, bitch, toot, toot
Took yo' bitch and you thought it was a fluke
But I did that shit again in a brand new coupe
That's crazy, brazy, do this shit daily
Gravy wit' yo' lady in the back of the Mercedes
Say goodbye to Katy, posted up with Baby
It's easy, motherfucker, make a bitch feel wavy
Wavy like a lake, hunnids need a rake
Bitch that I take on, get a nice steak
Trade a little gravy for a little bit of cake
Every single day, for goodness sake
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin', whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'? Really 'bout business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy stand in that corner, yeah, spinnin' that fidget
Thottie lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill, I put you on skillet
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
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