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Buttered Up
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Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
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Calvin Yarbrough
Calvin Yarbrough
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Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Бэк-вокал
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Гитара
Дэниэл Харт
Скрипка
Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
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Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
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Juicy J
Juicy J
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
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Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
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Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
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Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
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Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
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Jason Merris Bell
Jason Merris Bell
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Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
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Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
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Y2K
Y2K
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Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
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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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