Correction Lyrics Kathleen by Yung Gravy

Featuring(s) : Ugly God

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Lyrics

[Yung Gravy & Lil Juice]
Go 'head, O
Oh, ayy, ayy, bitch
Gravy Train
Danny, I see you
Uh, Yung Gravy, Ugly God

[Yung Gravy]
Ayy, this some heat shit lil' bitch
Working out with some freaky bitches doing freak dips
Tandem bike wit yo mama told her she could keep it
Gravy get it poppin' bitch I think I'm Pop Secret (Whoa)
Ayy, yeah I'm that clean (That clean)
Gravy so sick bitch I think I need a vaccine
Yo mama getting Gravy withdrawals like I'm caffeine
Now I got a new bitch, think her name is Kathleen
Must be Kathleen (Oh)
Matter fact, now I think about it might be Maxine
Ayy, I'm in the backseat (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up on your mama in the Asics like an athlete

[Ugly God]
Booty Gang Captain, bitch my swag is so atrocious
I pull up on yo bitch and leave her hopeless, I'm ferocious
I don't drive a 'Rarri but I pull up in a Focus
I'ma f*ck yo bitch and I split the ocean like I'm Moses
Wait hold up (Whoa)
Get the f*ck up out my face give me a break, hold up
Ayy, she gon cook me steak and say my grace, hold up
I put some gravy on her plate she love the taste, hold up
I touched your granny then I rub it in in your face, hold up
I play sick so I could flirt with all the nurses, ayy
Take yo bitch and leave you hurt because I'm perfect, ayy
I'ma drip and she gon' squirt and leave me surfin', ayy
She gon' suck my dick in cursive, ayy

I got MILFs at my meet 'n' greet, I think I came up (Bitch)
Flash flood every time they bring my name up
I was f*ckin' with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up like K cups
Ayy, ayy, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
f*ckin' on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ayy, God damn that's aggressive
[Yung Gravy]
Chef-boy flexing like the Pillsbury dough
Pull up on ya ho
Turn off the lights and I glow
Paula Abdul with the flow (Whoa)
Lately i been rapping fast but I'm driving slow
And lately I been clapping ass at the grocery store
I shouldna gone there, she got the blonde hair that don't belong there
I think that weave needa get cut, need some lawn care
My timepiece freeze every time I put it on there
And every time yo mama through she fold like a lawn chair
Woo, yeah you know that chick foldin'
And then she cook the muffins up until that shit golden
I shine that booty up before I slide, like I'm bowlin'
Ice on my wrist 'cause that whippin' got it swollen (Bitch)

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