Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slime Season 7, artist - Yung Gravy. Album song Thanksgiving's Eve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Yung Gravy
Song language: English
Slime Season 7 |
Uh, yeah |
Picked up and waited for you clientele |
Uh, pussy you a dumb boy I wish you well |
Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill |
Yeah, I might take off if I take another chill |
My momma said boy don’t you worry, just worry about yourself |
I got coma garson, I can not do no wrong |
I was running something else, now it’s findy under that belt |
And they washing every stilt, and those haters everywhere |
And the bitches take me there, and the pills just take me there |
Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear |
And my pistol take you here |
And you make me better, least I won’t be better |
And my wrist is where it at |
Playing 21 with yo bitch, 720 with the wrist |
Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick |
Aw shit, cross her up slick |
360 dunk so it’s 21 to 6 |
(Gravy Train) |
Said I’m always packing 6 hoes just like a revolver |
If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver’s |
Call me Mr Butter 'cause you know I spread the love |
I’m with your bitch in the tub man that’s rub-a-dub dub |
Yeah I’m with a bitch named Gladys |
All my bitches is the baddest |
Avery and Yung Gravy on that fucking flex status |
Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks |
Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux |
Uh, Goddamn |