Titres les plus populaires de Yung Gravy
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Yung Gravy
Chant
Jason Rich
Programmation
Nick Seeley
Chœurs
Gregg Wattenberg
Chœurs
Holly Seeley
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jason Rich
Paroles/Composition
Nick Seeley
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Hauri
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jason Rich
Production
Nick Seeley
Production
Y2K
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
It's Jason Rich, baby
Oh, baby!
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catching spells, you taking L's, shit is fantastic
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, looking like a genie (ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine
Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy, ayy
Shit, I'm in it, eating that god-damn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy get near, your career get finished
I'm like, "Open sesame"
Now your bitch right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny
Call that shit finessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex, do a little trick
Now your bitch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s- (whoa)
Flexing on ya too complex, baby
Ala-ka-fuckin-zam
I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?"
Abra-cadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catching spells, you taking L's, shit is fantastic
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini
Looking like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini
Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy, ooh
Shit, I'm in it, eating that god-damn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy getting in, your career get finished
I'm so sorry that I had to end it
Gravy served it up, like I'm playing fucking tennis
2018, I'll be running for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch, that's a fucking epidemic (the gravy train)
Hear the bird call, and your bitch come hit her
Your bitch hit my line, and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherfucking river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your b, now she with me
Ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catching spells, you taking L's, shit is fantastic
Writer(s): Jason Rich, Nick Seeley, Matthew Hauri
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