Lyrics Richard Simmons - Yung Gravy

Richard Simmons - Yung Gravy
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Richard Simmons, artist - Yung Gravy. Album song Sensational, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English

Richard Simmons

Bitch!
Jason Rich on the beat, bitch
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I’m fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I’m Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger
Think I’m Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
Hit it really quick and then I dip, ayy, ayy
Gravy in this bitch, I’m with the shits, ayy, ayy
You never see me lack, I send yo' bitch a fact
She came through with the pack, Gravy came through with the snacks (Woo)
Pull up to that function in a new whip, too quick
Now yo' mama lookin' like my new bitch, true shit
She my thicky, she so pretty
Every time I’m in yo' city Gravy bustin' through that chimney
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I’m fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I’m Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger
Think I’m Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
White Versace robe when I hop up on a stage
Fuck yo' bitch, gone in sixty seconds, call me Nic Cage (Fuck)
Gravy goin' national, I’m lookin' for the treasure
I don’t think I’m sick, but I got 'em under weather (Ayy)
Honda, Tesla, Rolls with the roof up
Gin with the fruit punch, ray gun juiced up
Fly as fuck, called up my boy and said, «Let's make these hits»
Might just go icy my wrist, might just go cop me yo' bitch
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I’m fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I’m Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I’m fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I’m Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger
Think I’m Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular

Share lyrics:

Write what you think about the lyrics!

Other songs of the artist:

NameYear
Welcome to Chilis ft. Yung Gravy 2020
The Boys Are Back In Town ft. Pouya, Ramirez, Trippythakid 2019
oops! 2021
yup! 2020
Buttered Up ft. Juicy J 2019
Gravy Train 2019
Magic 2019
oops!!! ft. Lil Wayne 2021
Gravy For Pope 2019
Knockout 2021
1 Thot 2 Thot Red Thot Blue Thot 2019
Always Saucy ft. Ski Mask The Slump God, Trippythakid 2021
Mr. Clean 2018
Miami Ice 2020
Gas Money 2020
jack money bean ft. Yung Gravy 2020
Alley Oop ft. Lil Baby 2019
Tampa Bay Bustdown ft. Chief Keef, Y2K 2020
Charlene ft. Mia Gladstone 2019
Forget Me Thots 2017

Artist lyrics: Yung Gravy