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Buttered Up
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Calvin Yarbrough
Calvin Yarbrough
Background Vocals
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Background Vocals
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Guitar
Daniel Hart
Daniel Hart
Violin
Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
Background Vocals
Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
Background Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Songwriter
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
Songwriter
Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
Songwriter
Jason Merris Bell
Jason Merris Bell
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producer
Y2K
Y2K
Mixing Engineer
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producer

Lyrics

Play me some pimpin', mane Jason Rich on the beat, bitch I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth ay, ooh, ay I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth I was on the purp (Purp), chased it with the syrup (Syrup) Got you buttered up (Up), you know what I'm worth (Worth) Rent due is the first (First), you want that new purse (Purse) First you gotta ride for me, throw it in reverse (Throw it) Open up your legs (Spread 'em) like you giving birth Introduce you to new positions, now you diverse She was talking big shit, now you in there lost for words But you the, you the best even at your worst (Ayy) Doubled up my doses, got me up four from my nurse (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I finessed the docs for the scripts like it's rehearsed (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Fill you up for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth ay, ooh, ay I said, hey (Shut the fuck up), Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth Ay, you got me going crazy with the ass so fat Have mercy (Have mercy), don't you dare make it clap Got me hot and bothered by the smell of flapjacks Girl, it's seven in the morning, why you got me throwing racks? (Ayy) Miss Buttersworth, you're all that I imagine And you really got that fucking wagon Wake up every morning and you got that shit clappin' Got damn, Gravy, why you gotta keep snappin'? Miss Buttersworth, you the perfect lady When you tuck me in got me feeling like a baby Ooh, damn, girl, why you so tasty? Spread a little butter on the biscuits and the gravy Hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth ay, ooh, ay I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth Shut the fuck up
Writer(s): Gregg Steven Wattenberg, Jordan Michael Houston, Nick Seeley, Matthew Hauri, Jason Allen Rich, Jordan Rand Miller, Jesse Finkelstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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