| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| It’s Jason Rich, baby
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| Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
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| Oh baby
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| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
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| I call that shit magic (Oh)
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| She was your b, now she with me
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| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)
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| Gravy get close, you get comatose
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| That shit automatic (Oh)
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| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls
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| Shit is fantastic
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| Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
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| Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye)
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| Got that sauce Fettuccine
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| Gravy so creamy
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| Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh)
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| Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it)
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| Eatin' that God damn spinach
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| With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch)
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| Gravy get near, your career get finished
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| I’m like, «Open Sesame"(Sesame)
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| Now your bitch right next to me (Next to me)
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| Pipe up, that' my destiny (Destiny)
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| Call that shit finessery, baby
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| Oh, that’s a flex
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| Do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex
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| Heard my voice now she tryin' to have (Oh)
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| Flexin' ain’t too complex, baby
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| Ala-ka-fuckin'-zam
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| I’m like Bitch, «Who is your man’s?
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| Abracadabra with these hands
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| Hit your bitch with the Shazam
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| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
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| I call that shit magic (Oh)
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| She was your b, now she with me
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| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)
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| Gravy get close, you get comatose
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| That shit automatic (Oh)
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| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls
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| Shit is fantastic
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| Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
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| Think I’m Houdini lookin' like a genie (aye)
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| Got that sauce Tortellini
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| Gravy so creamy
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| Wrist so gleamy (Ooh, ooh)
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| Shit (Shit), I’m in it (I'm in it)
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| Eatin' that God damn spinach
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| With a bad bitch, she Finnish (Bad bitch)
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| Gravy get near, your career get finished
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| So sorry, that I had to end it
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| Gravy serve it up like I’m playin' fuckin' tennis
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| Twenty eighteen I’ll be running for the senate
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| Gravy took your bitch, that’s a fuckin' epidemic
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| Hear the bird call and your bitch come-hither
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| Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered
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| Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river
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| Wrist so cold make a grown man shiver
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| Gravy get near, your bitch disappear
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| I call that shit magic (Oh)
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| She was your b, now she with me
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| Ain’t that shit tragic (Baby)
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| Gravy get close, you get comatose
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| That shit automatic (Oh)
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| I’m casting spells, you takin' Ls
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| Shit is fantastic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magic , by - Yung Gravy. Song from the album Sensational, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп