| Oye
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| Mamita rica, che madame
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| Pa' que lo goce
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| ¡Ajá!
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| Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
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| Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
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| Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
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| I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| And your bitch say, «Wassup?» |
| Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
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| «Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
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| I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
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| So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby
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| Ayy, don’t you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
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| When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
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| I be cookin' up, I’m the young Betty Crocker (Ooh)
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| Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
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| Hannah Montana, I got th juice, I got the Fanta
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| I got the juic, like a banana
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| I got the juice, like Tropicana
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| I make gas, I got gelato
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| I’ma splash, I’m like a bottle
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| Got pizazz like it’s my motto
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| I’m tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then I’ma smash
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| Gravy got your boo though
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| She sittin' in my jacuzzi (Ooh)
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| I think I need a few more
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| Yeah, and if you got the Henny, pour it up!
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| When I walk in the building (Ooh)
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| Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
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| Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
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| I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| And your bitch say, «Wassup?» |
| Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
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| «Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
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| I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
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| So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby
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| Yup, she said yup, I said yup
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| I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
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| And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain’t my
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| type (I need a thiccy)
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| Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life
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| (Goddamn)
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| And I’ma get the bands even if I don’t want to
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| If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I don’t want you
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| Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I’m fondue
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| All of y’all been on one, congrats, bitch, I’m on two
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| She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby
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| Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby
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| Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
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| Eighty bitches in my crib, goin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby
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| Ooh, pussy
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| Gravy
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| Woh
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| Hombre, no nací bailando
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| ¡Ajá!
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| Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
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| Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
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| Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
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| I be like, «Yup, bitch, that’s how I be livin'» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| And your bitch say, «Wassup?» |
| Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
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| «Gravy, let me fuck,» ooh, I’ll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
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| I ain’t bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
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| So I say, «Yup, baby girl, I’ma hit it,» I’ma hit it, baby
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| Muchacho
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| Gravy está duro de verdad, ¿eh?
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| Woh
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| Hombre, no nací bailando
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| ¡Ajá! |