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Ayy, uh-huh Off the molly (Off the molly), off the bean (Off the bean) What's this boy doin' lookin' so clean? (So clean) She gon' call me (Ring ring), I'll do anything (Anything) Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin' big weed (Big weed) Like sheesh, I'ma have to cool down, bringin' all the heat I know that's your shorty but she feelin' on my meat If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (To the team) I don't want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (Not for me) She a nympho, rather be stayin' makin' that peso But I can't say no to a filthy rich girl, got my mom with bankrolls (Is she rich?) Pipe the girl, got the bag, took both options (Both) Say hello to my dentist 'cause I'm flossin' (Yuh) Finesse you stable, make it rain like Mary Poppins Shootin' creamy threes like half a pinty like I'm Baskin-Robbins (Smoke a fudge) She pull and tuck my shit like, bitch, I'm not a Bop-It (Woah)(bbno$) Your ass is sussy yeah, I think you better stop it Woo, bitch, stop it Drippin' like a faucet if you gettin' out of pocket Said I walk in this bitch with a limp like Stephen Hawking (Goddamn) And I pull up on your crib and I walk in without knockin' Just to take your Christmas stocking And some top quick, 'cause your mama hot, bitch SongtexteBut she really thoughtful, bro, she got your ass a Bop It She be tryna roleplay, call me Gravy Crockett (Oh) Gravy Train nature, boy, Ric Flair pop shit, baby Off the molly (Off the molly), off the bean (Off the bean) What's this boy doin' lookin' so clean? (So clean) She gon' call me (Ring ring), I'll do anything (Anything) Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin' big weed (Big weed) Like sheesh, I'ma have to cool down, bringin' all the heat I know that's your shorty but she feelin' on my meat If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (To the team) I don't want her twice, no, that bitch is not for me (Not for me) Baby Gravy 2, baby, what the fuck is up, shorty? We got Cuco in this hoe, he pulled up with the blunts We got the heat, we got the heat, baby (Brr) So much heat, bitch, I think I'm Pat Riley (Oh) I just hit your bitch with the double fuckin' smiley (Ooh) Gravy lil' spoon, yeah, I got your ho behind me You a lil' bitch, everyday my phone reminds me Wor-Wor-Workin' all night, gotta think about the dick shift Candy painted grass with the goddamn pimp shit Pulled up for the neck, left neck covered in lipstick Still hittin' that nurse so I stay with the limp wrist I can't find my fifth wrist, you talkin' like a bitch, you gon' get yourself dismissed Baby, no business, wait, bitch, I'm 'bout my business Gravy and I bust through the door Then we hit the dance floor and your bitch couldn't resist (bbno$) It's bbno$ We got Yung Gravy in this bitch, we got Cuco in this bitch We in the dance floor, we just poppin' (Uh) We dancin' with your lady, we gonna have a good ass time We drink tequila, baby, we gonna keep on goin' crazy Aus Songtexte Mania