| Shiver me timbers
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| I could tell you one thing
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| Your bitch is fucking limber
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| I was just flexin on Tinder
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| Now I’m eatin booty for dinner
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| Gravy come through finesse the paper out your printer
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| Gravy come through finesse the frosting off your fingers
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| Gravy come through finesse the snowflakes out your winter
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| Cause it get cold like Minnesota
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| Gravy pull up like a baby in a stroller
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| With your bitch doing yoga
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| Piped it up in the Toyota
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| Gravy come through finesse the crumbs out your granola (crunchy)
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| Gravy come through finesse the bubbles out your soda
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| (bubbly)
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| Gravy come through finesse your girl out of a coma
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| (shlumped)
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| Aye shout out Ugly God, bruh
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| He inspired the hook on this song
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| He the hottest in the game right now, but he ugly
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| Kinda like your grandmother
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| Also shout out Yung Castor for this stupid ass beat
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| Shit hurts my feelings every time I fuckin hear it
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| I’m a fucking savage
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| I was too faded and your bitch tried take advantage
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| Gravy make your mom vanish
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| Word to Houdini that’s magic
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| Gravy come through finesse the turkey out your sandwich
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| Gravy just finessed Kansas City out of Kansas
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| Gravy just finessed all the water out Atlantis
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| Gravy done finesse all the thotties off your planet, god dammit |