Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gravy , by - Warm Brew. Release date: 08.12.2016
Song language: English
Gravy |
| Other people’s money |
| Other nigga’s bitches |
| New kicks new threads hitting other nigga’s switches |
| Too fresh I’m dead |
| David Byrne got these pussies talking head |
| Instead we talkin' bread now |
| I remember everything |
| Homies hatin' talkin' down |
| Bitches disrespectin' me |
| Givin me the run around |
| Money turn yo luck around |
| Women throw that ass around |
| That make me turn my head around |
| Now try to wrap yo head around |
| Hangin' out the moon roof |
| One chick three scoops |
| Presidential candidates I’m fucking on my stylist |
| Yo how you say you fresh as fuck |
| When you ain’t never freshen up |
| And I suggest you buckle up |
| That head so good you buckle |
| You wifing her you fuckin' up and you can’t tell that somethings up (Nah, no) |
| I could never buy it |
| My whole clique hit like David and Goliath |
| Yo police defiant |
| Smokin' and I’m flyin' |
| Two twomps — thumpin' |
| Like punches in a riot |
| And I’m ridin' with the homies 'cause it’s death around the corner |
| Ain’t nothin' funny get’yo money sunny Southern California |
| It got everything you need and everything want |
| Then she show her true colors and it’s everything you don’t |
| I got the henny and the weed so nigga take notes |
| Just the player of the year and I ain’t have to rig a vote look |
| I mob with the squad |
| Dawg with the squad daily |
| Don’t neva eva eva |
| Eva eva trynna play me |
| Game too cold |
| We so wavy |
| If homie talkin' bold |
| It’s all gravy |
| I mob with the squad |
| Dawg with the squad daily |
| Don’t neva eva eva |
| Eva eva trynna play me |
| Game too cold |
| We so wavy |
| If homie talkin' bold |
| It’s all gravy |
| What I do ain’t made for T. V |
| Winnin' like I’m Tiger cheating |
| Kinda like a Laker 3-peat |
| Bustin' booty |
| Grabbin cheechy |
| I’m a Mac |
| I’m 'bout my cheese |
| Reelin' bitches |
| Stay in season |
| You can sail the seven seas |
| And never find no one defeat him |
| Comin' from the land |
| Where the Doc 'n' Mac |
| Dre |
| California kid |
| Put a bitch on backpage |
| Pull up on a broad |
| Off a quad of Axe spray |
| Pull up at her house |
| Tell her man to valet |
| Smackin' that booty |
| Like I’m Dikembe |
| Rubbin' that booty like |
| There’s a genie |
| Smokin' my forest |
| Gotcha sayin' Jennay |
| Pupil my eyes 'bout the size |
| Of Pennays |
| Lobster Alfredo |
| On top of penne |
| Hit a Homerun |
| Every innin' |
| Don’t want it |
| Don’t begin it |
| Lookin' at life |
| Like what’s a limit |
| Walk in my shoes |
| Wouldn’t last a minute |
| Acid to me |
| Like Popeye’s spinach |
| Pass it to me |
| Mind sprewell spinnin' |
| Been this way since a kid |
| I ain’t kiddin' |
| Servin' this game |
| Girls smitten |
| Representin' well my town |
| My city |
| Any kinda trouble I’mma go and dive in it |
| For a piece of the pie |
| Took game |
| Made business |
| Made business |
| Hit the liquor store |
| XO my liver |
| A little Molly moll with a Merlot kicker |
| Way shit go with the one way sippers |
| I mob with the squad |
| Dawg with the squad daily |
| Don’t neva eva eva |
| Eva eva trynna play me |
| Game too cold |
| We so wavy |
| If homie talkin' bold |
| It’s all gravy |
| I mob with the squad |
| Dawg with the squad daily |
| Don’t neva eva eva |
| Eva eva trynna play me |
| Game too cold |
| We so wavy |
| If homie talkin' bold |
| It’s all gravy |