文本歌词

cherrios - bbno$/Yung Gravy
Oh baby you are running
Oh oh baby you are running
Oh
Oh oh baby you are running oh
Not cherrios but I nut in your honey
Look at my wrist ain't know it's straight money
Oo ain't funny
Oo shut the f**k up
There ain't no difference between me and you
Boomin' in the booth sippin' off a soup
Double up I think I'm going to do
Shout my go 'cause I got something
That your holdin' on my tooth
I'm always scheming in the booth
Never going to shoo shoo lifting up here too too
F**k with me in blues clues play with me and you lose
I'm at your momma's house
So take up all the opportunities to play with you
My b**ch might dunk on your b**ch 'cause she 6 foot
Pull up in the vet co lookin' like I'm big foot
And I got the ice upon my wrist so I get looks
Gravy in the kitchen now you pull up you gon get cooked
If you want the baby gravy we gonna supply
Saw the look in the eyes yeah buzz like cries yeah
Baby gravy 'cause she needs an appetizer
Ice be dripping so much I think we hypnotize her
Hyp hyp hypnotizer booty scuba diver
Gravy splash on ya b**ch then I high five her
Baby the supplier pants on fire
Gas in my pockets and versace in my visors
Teenie tiny rocks up on my teeth I gotta shine
I gotta floss I'm sippin' voss
Your girl stuck in me just like moshy
On my waist just like a glock
She get me sloppy need a mop
I'm on my b**ches b**ches salary
Checks to take me out of all this debt
B**ches debt steaming to your head
Take your momma on a moped
Gravy posted in your b**ches bed bed spread in a smuggle
Gravy on the beat make your momma do the doggie
Gravy so young you might catch me in the huggies
Booster seat road head volkswagen buggy
Boy you ugly scrubby sauce with the chutney
Run up on a b**ch like I'm playing f**kin' rugby
I don't do clans 'cause I'm really with the sh*t
You boys a ***** boy you better
Do the pledge your gonna get me pissed
Rolly on my wrist I don't know which
I don't know which I wanna wear
I got the rollie in my rag
I serve your b**ches is from the night ay
Money low gotta get it up it's a pep talk
Cole slaw mail gang
B**ch I let my chain swan
Gritty gang dirty words clean club late
Stunt gang first name booty with my babe babe
Aye you don't get it
You really don't get it
Gravy and I we the baby gravy
And all these girls out here in the world
Tryin' to find their baby gravy
But you know one thing
We ain't gon' supply
Supply supply