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gravy baby - quadie diesel lyrics

[intro]
fetti baby, hit me when you’re ready, i been dead ahead

[hook]
fetti baby we ain’t going steady baby, hit me when you ready
i be deady blowing zaza like it’s reggie baby
different diamonds jumping off the prezi
i got jawbreakers, ed edd n eddy
i’m so petty, we so petty, we so petty baby
american muscle n*gga, that’s a chevy baby
pull up get to cutting n*ggas, no machete baby
i just feel like f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck your baby baby
i be getting money like i was an 80s baby

[verse]
you got to wipе your lip gloss off before you taste mе (you gotta wipe your lips)
i tell my junkie test it, so i know it’s gravy (gotta taste that sh*t)
like when i got arrested i still know i’m gravy (f*ck these cops)
i bonded out three times and made them crackers pay me (ayyy)
like when i lost it all i know one thing, i’m wavy
fetti wavy baby, don’t do ap i go brazy baby (brazy)
i was in something clean when she ate me and i sprayed the babies
that b*tch so annoying popping percs and sipping codeine (so annoying)
i should get anointed every time i drop a box (drop a box)
got smack, boom bap just like scott la rock (scott la rock)
drop, drop, we got that f*cking drop
opps watch can’t stop, p*ssy punch the clock (ayyy)
molly with the percocet that was like lunch o’ clock (ayyy)
in miami, salt bae, izzle pouring wok (oh yessir)
getting money can’t stop n*gga won’t stop (ayyy)
should we bring the fn’s or the f*cking glocks?
we in this yurnn this sh*t got power like a f*cking ox (skrrrt)
that n*gga never did sh*t, he just talk tough a lot (b*tch ass n*gga)
smoking chowder, speeding grippy grippy just like f*ck the cops
know these n*ggas telling and they snitching, they keep trying rush my spot (rush my spot)
i got the os and the d, i’m a juggernaut
give that n*gga his own soda, ’cause he f*cking popped
tell her bring another hoe, i like to f*ck a lot (i like to f*ck)
i’m from where n*ggas head tap, they ain’t shooting up no spots
we gon’ get straight to that coin, i put that on hop (in hop we trust)
in the trap breaking down with a f*cking mop
fetti wavy baby, don’t do ap i go brazy baby (i don’t do ayyy)
i was in something clean when she ate me and i sprayed the babies

- quadie diesel lyrics

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