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Yeah Oh, no doubt, he got it to perfection (Dwilly make it weird, go) Uh Dancing in the rain, I cannot refrain From sliding in your dame, I get change Dancing in the rain, can't fuck with these lames I cannot complain, I get change 50K for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist Hundred fifty for my skrrt Couple milli' at the crib Ain't your baby, baby You can keep the gravy out your lips Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live 50K for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist Hundred fifty for my skrrt Couple milli' at the crib Ain't your baby, baby You can keep it gravy out your lips Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live (woo) Bro these hoes? (No) Dope? (No) Hoe? (No) No, no, Gravy still for Pope though Bro these hoes? (No) Dope? (No) Hoes? (No) No, no, Gravy still for Pope though Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in the hearse truck Gravy been a dog, Lisa Ann was my first love I stay with the bad hoes, but I be the worst one When they pickin' teams, Gravy always be the first one Juice, sauce, little bit of guala Oops, just, super soaked your momma (soaked) New bitch (woah), Michelle Obama Gravy bring the ruckus to the local Benihana 50K for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist Hundred fifty for my skrrt Couple milli' at the crib Ain't your baby, baby You can keep the gravy out your lips Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live 50K for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist Hundred fifty for my skrrt Couple milli' at the crib Ain't your baby, baby You can keep the gravy out your lips Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live (50K for a show) For a motherfuckin' show (And a hunnid for my wirst) For my goddamn wrist (Couple milli' at the crib) At the motherfuckin' crib Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
Writer(s): David Wilson, Nick Seeley, Matthew Hauri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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