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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Performer
Dillon Francis
Dillon Francis
Performer
Aaron Kelley
Aaron Kelley
Nylon-String Guitar
José Maria Perez
José Maria Perez
Percussion
Miquel V. Romero
Miquel V. Romero
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon Francis
Dillon Francis
Composer
Matthew Engelwood
Matthew Engelwood
Composer
D. Karbal
D. Karbal
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
M. Romero
M. Romero
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dillon Francis
Dillon Francis
Producer
Matthew Engelwood
Matthew Engelwood
Producer
Aryay
Aryay
Producer
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producer
Anthony Kronfle
Anthony Kronfle
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
The Mastering Palace (NYC)
The Mastering Palace (NYC)
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Gravy Get coochie Ay, fuck on a bitch and I lay up (lay up) Sent one text, that's a lay-up (lay-up) Tell these motherfuckers to pay up Taking your cash I'm the mayor I'm the mayor Slidin' through cheeks, I'm a slayer Ballin' like a Laker Cook it up, cook it up, Gravy the baker Get paper, bye bitch, later, ay Everything catered Thick-ass bitch that's my waiter It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty Gettin' to the paper and the bread and gettin' to the Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie I get coochie, I get coochie Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie I get coochie, I get Mr. Butter, he back in the house Pussy be chasin' me, think I'm a mouse Feel like Jerry and Tom's your spouse Staying on my toes, think she's gon' pounce Now she won't leave me alone She a goddamn dog, I'm a goddamn bone Need to get one of them little dog cones You know them cone things dogs be wearin'? Get up off my cahones Six figure check not countin' the bonus Big bread, can't keep focus Smellin' like a bakery and I ain't even notice It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty Gettin' to the paper and the bread and the motherfuckin' Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie I get coochie, I get coochie Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie I get coochie, I get coochie Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie I get coochie, I get coochie Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie I get coochie, I get (whoa)
Writer(s): Dillon Francis, Matthew Engels, Matthew Hauri, Nick Seeley, David Krabal, Miguel V. Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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