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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
bbno$
bbno$
Vocals
Freddie Dredd
Freddie Dredd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Composer
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Songwriter
Les Baxter
Les Baxter
Composer
Alexander Gumuchian
Alexander Gumuchian
Songwriter
David Bradley Wilson
David Bradley Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producer
Dwilly
Dwilly
Producer
Anthony Kronfle
Anthony Kronfle
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Freddie - shows! Gravy - were they at? Baby - sold out Yea - tour the world Get the bag Get the money Pipe your mom She so lovely Never wife a thot I love da money Out in San Diego with some boys 3 days no sleep can't keep poised Uhhhhh hold up! Real short real stout no tea cup I ain't even gon fuck no prenup Seed planter, Mr. Peanut Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA Fuck contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope) Splash, onomatopoeia I'm colder, I can guarantee ya My whole damn closet all zebra My bitch delicious Yo bitch fictitious Gravy so clean you should see my dishes Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes: Endless ice, bread, bitches I aint never lackin I be gettin to the action Im finessing with a passion President of smashing, 5 time champion Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion Da da da da da da We pull up they say ooh la la Da da da da da da Help! Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here Forced me to do this part Steppin on a bitch I aint wifing no fuck hoe What the freddie needs Is a god damn gat hoe Lurkin in the dark I aint need no sight That fool on god damn bike Boom from the glock And i take his shit What the fred get Little money and a bic Spark my dart then im heading to the park Got damn boi i aint got no heart Miss my home is it ever so deep Walkin in the heat while i bump jays beats Imma hang you from a noose at gravy height Got no fear bitch better come and fight Too dope got rope in my back pack Lil bitch wanna suck on my nut sack Got steeze oh please give me all that Owe me money imma need some fuckin cash back Bitch wanna suck on my god my peter Understand hoe im a god damn leader Slob on my knob im gunna complete it Turn around baby girl i wanna squeeze Im cold in the club got your bitch shivering Stole yo hoe like the god damn bling ring Backpack full got all the loot Im so petty imma teef ya boots Freddie - shows! Gravy - were they at? Baby - sold out Yea - tour the world Get the bag Get the money Pipe your mom She so lovely Never wife a thot I love da money Out in San Diego with some boys 3 days no sleep can't keep poised Uhhhhh hold up! Pussy boys bugging im pesticide 4 billie streams like im bonafide MK2 its a joy ride She jeckle me off like im mr Hyde Boys in the stu off the DMT Yeah we quite high got my dick and my balls in-er While im at 5 guys Mayo with the fries Eyes on the prize Its bag bag bag Baby no money what u say say say Only ever tryna get paid paid paid Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!! Dunno how I got laid laid laid Got a little pump she got a d and a rose 10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen Merch seller full name Jason clothes Never sold out but I sold out shows
Writer(s): Les Baxter, Jason Rich, David Wilson, Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian, Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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