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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Ari Starace
Ari Starace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Y2K
Y2K
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Julian Vasquez
Julian Vasquez
Engineer

Lyrics

I need a bad bitch, stupid thick Peeped them cheeks and threw a fit Throw it back, make 'em sick That's my lil' Florida bitch Fine hoe, bad as shit Shawty like my favorite dish Like the way she flick her wrist That's my New York City bitch I just been cookin' (cookin') They just been lookin' (lookin') Shawty been acting a fool She gettin' sauce on the cushions (saucy lil' bitch) All good, ain't no loss You could never really have too much sauce Beat the devil out the cheeks, Bob Ross I'm a nuisance Got more hoes than the state of Massachusetts I got bands that I don't know what to do with I might call up all my exes, get 'em new tits Might put all my adversaries on a cruise ship All inclusive Bitch my neck, wrist, ears translucent Get my fans laid, that's my resolution Gravy steal yo' bitch like the constitution I need a bad bitch, stupid thick Peeped them cheeks and threw a fit Throw it back, make 'em sick That's my lil' Toronto bitch Fine hoe, bad as shit Shawty like my favorite dish Like the way she flick her wrist That's my Minnesota bitch Hold up, wait, stop the tape Please take a moment to get out my face Hold up wait, park the Wraith Shawty got a lisp, she give good father Matter fact, I don't ever miss But a bitch with a lisp make it sound like a myth And that makes me wanna go make math Mass amounts of fucking cash With your bitch making whoopee Catcher in the rye, I'm the catcher in the pussy Wide receiver of the nookie Pull up to Panera just to play a lil footsie Ahoy, chips and cookies Gravy be the kid, got ya bitch playing hooky I need a bitch that look like Snooki Riding through Atlanta, bouta boot-scoot-boogie Need the bands now, not tomorrow Don't make this your sayonara I'm with Sofia Vergara Put the R in carbonara Old money, once upon on a time-piece Look like Futurama I got moms in Punta Cana I feel like Tommy Bahama I need a bad bitch, stupid thick Peeped them cheeks and threw a fit Throw it back, make 'em sick That's my California bitch Fine hoe, bad as shit Shawty like my favorite dish Like the way she flick her wrist That's my Yokohama bitch I need a bad bitch, stupid thick Peeped them cheeks and threw a fit Throw it back, make 'em sick That's my lil' Parisian bitch Fine hoe, bad as shit Shawty like my favorite dish Like the way she flick her wrist That's my Tijuana bitch
Writer(s): Roget Chahayed, Brandon Stewart, Matthew Hauri, Ari Starace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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