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Slime Season 7
by
Yung Gravy
Featuring(s) : Avery
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[Avery] Uh, yeah [Avery] Picked up and waited for you clientele Uh, p*ssy you a dumb boy I wish you well Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill Yeah, I might take off if i take another trip My momma said, "Boy don't you worry, just worry about yourself" I got coma garson, I can not do no wrong I was running something else, now it's Fendi under that belt And they washing every stilt, and those haters everywhere And the bitches take me there, and the pills just take me there Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear And my pistol take you here And you make me better, least I won't be better And my wrist is where it at [Yung Gravy] Playing twenty-one with yo bitch, seven-twenty with the wrist Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick Aw shit, cross her up slick Three-sixty dunk, now it's twenty-one to six [Gravy train] Said I'm always packing six hoes just like a revolver If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver's Call me Mr. Butter 'cause you know I spread the love I'm with your bitch in the tub, man, that's rub-a-dub dub Yeah I'm with a bitch named Gladys All my bitches is the baddest Avery and Yung Gravy on that f*cking flex status Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux Uh, goddamn
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