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Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Bass
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Piano
Jose Perez
Jose Perez
Percussion
Maiquel Romero
Maiquel Romero
Trumpet
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Piano
Quintin Q Gulledge
Quintin Q Gulledge
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
Maiquel Romero
Maiquel Romero
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
William Thompson
William Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Producer
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producer
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Producer
Yung Milkcrate
Yung Milkcrate
Producer
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Engineer
Dylan Del Olmo
Dylan Del Olmo
Engineer

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Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'" And your bitch say, "What's up?" Ayy, she tryna get it "Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it I'ma hit it, baby" Don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (ooh) Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker Hannah Montana I got the juice, I got the Fanta I got the juice like a banana I got the juice like Tropicana I make gas, I got gelato I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle Got pizazz like it's my motto I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado, and then I'ma smash (smash) Gravy got your boo though She sittin' in my jacuzzi (ooh) I think I need a few more Yeah, and if you got the Henny Pour it up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'" And your bitch say, "What's up?" Ayy, she tryna get it "Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it I'ma hit it, baby" Yup, she said, "Yup", I said, "Yup" I pull (up), I clap (yup, yup, yup) Baby (I'ma hit it, baby) And if that bitch can clip her seatbelt On the first try, then she ain't my type (I need a thicky!) Gravy need a bitch with a ass so fat That it makes it hard to live her life (goddamn) And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to If you smell like Black & Mild's, baby, I don't want you Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on two And she call me Papa Johns I got the sauce, baby Get the fuck off my lawn Now get lost, baby! Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost 80 bitches in my crib Runnin' through 'em, Randy Ross, baby Ooh Pussy Gravy Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh) Gravy gettin' buck everytime I get up in it (ayy) Always pull up with a plethora of women I be like, "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'" And your bitch say, "What's up?" Ayy, she tryna get it "Gravy, let me fuck", ooh, I'll consider I ain't bust a nut in the last 30 minutes So I say, "Yup, babygirl, I'ma hit it I'ma hit it, baby"
Writer(s): Larrance Dopson, Nick Seeley, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, Matthew Hauri, William Thompson, Maiquel Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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