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