Lyrics Swimming Lessons - Yung Gravy

Swimming Lessons

It’s Gravy, baby
When I hit your lady, she started singing
Singing like
Oh God damn, oh God damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh God damn, oh God damn
Gravy clap like it’s my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turn her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and
Gravy can teach you to sing
Gravy can teach you to fly
Gravy can teach you to ball
Gravy can teach you to ride
Y’all was who taught me to sing when I was only a child
Shorty picked me up from school, went to the crib and I clapped cheeks
Over the feeling, God damn, shorty is singing
That sound good, I must be hittin' it
That sound nice, she can make millions
Goodness gracious, I’ma make music
I’ma go crazy, I’ma get to it
Your mom taught me, now I’m fluent
Hear that voice every time I do it
Oh God damn, oh God damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh God damn, oh God damn
Gravy clap like it’s my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turn her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and
I pull up on your momma, tryna get a singing lesson
But I always be forgetting that I always be finessing
All she really ever do is give me swimming lessons
I be swimming all up in that ass from 7 to 11
And you know I hit the breaststroke, it the best stroke
So pull up on a kid, momma, let’s go
Ooh, ayy, let me add some Gravy sauce
I lay the pipe fool
I stay in that ass
Gravy a God damn blast, blast, yeah, a blast from the past
I clap on that ass, I clap on it fast
My foot on the gas, yeah, I smash then I smash
She pick me up from class, all I speak is ass
It’s Gravy train, baby, talkin' ass, ass, ass
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la