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Yung Gravy
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Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh It's Jason Rich, baby Oh, baby! Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic Pull up on a b***h and get steamy Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ay) Got that sauce, Fettuccine, Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay) shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach What a bad b***h, she finished Gravy get near, your career get finished I'm like open sesame, now your b***h right next to me Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your b***h is your ex Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah) Flexin' on ya too complex, baby Ala-ka-mother****in'-zam I'm like, b***h, who is your man? Abracadabra with these hands Hit your b***h with the shazam Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic Pull up on a b***h and get steamy Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ay) shit, I'm in it, eatin' that goddamn spinach What a bad b***h, she finished Gravy gettin' in, your career get finished I'm so sorry that I had to end it Gravy served it up, like I'm playin' mother****in' tennis 2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate Gravy took your b***h, that's a ****in' epidemic (Crazy) Hear the bird call, and your b***h come hither Your b***h in my line, and the goods get delivered Pull up and I splash like a mother****in' river Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver Gravy get near, your b*****s disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
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