sauvecito - yung gravy lyrics
[intro: yung gravy]
jason rich on the beat, baby!
[chorus: yung gravy]
pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
ridin’ in the coupe, b-mpin gas and i’m coastin’
sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
your b-tch came through with a whole lotta lotion
souped up in the real smooth material
two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
that’s the cheerios, feeling so ethereal
i became your dad that’s a motherf-cking miracle
[verse 1: yung gravy]
see me rollin’ to that guap, pockets got the gualla
bentley flip flops got me lookin’ like a baller, iguodala
sippin’ in the morning looking like an alcoholic
but i’m not, i just wake up sippin’ cup and f-ckin’ frolic
gravy and your b-tch gonna smash like a comet
pounds in my pocket and the pesos in my wallet
iphone 5, but your b-tch tryna call it
said she want to flash so i’m turning on the faucet
[?] with your girl, smokin’ on [?]
me and dram with your mama lit in the bahamas
she a bad, she a bad mama drama
i’m in my pajamas gettin’ topped up in the honda
that’s the civic, got these b-tches in it
gravy so exquisite when i pull up and i whip it
all these b-tches tippin’, i ain’t even strippin’
reflections off my wrist leave ’em blinded, leave ’em trippin’
[chorus: yung gravy]
pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
ridin’ in the coupe, b-mpin gas and i’m coastin’
sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
your b-tch came through with a whole lotta lotion
souped up in the real smooth material
two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
that’s the cheerios, feeling so ethereal
i became your dad that’s a motherf-cking miracle
[verse 2: dram]
pull up to the new spot on [?]
imma take your boo spot, that’s too tight, that’s too hot
we would rather cool at mine, she can breeze, f-ck two times
we would rather do a line and wait outside, i don’t do lines
overhead like rooftops, and blue skies, and [?]
diamond [?], trash can
i been talkin’ trash, [?]
i be talkin’ cash and that’s as dirty as it goes
make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
[?]
your ho on the gravy train, just stop and [?]
hope you on a paper chase and not chasin’ that b-tch
[chorus: yung gravy]
pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
ridin’ in the coupe, b-mpin gas and i’m coastin’
sippin’ on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
your b-tch came through with a whole lotta lotion
souped up in the real smooth material
two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
that’s the cheerios, feeling so ethereal
i became your dad that’s a motherf-cking miracle
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