Correction Lyrics Rotisserie (Resauced) by Yung Gravy

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Lyrics

Yo, what's up, baby?
Skrrt, skrrt
Man, downtime your mother
Crazy, bro crazy
Skrrt

Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho (Ho, ho, ho)
Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin’ foreign pho (True)
Born show, born to glow, never said that (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that (Get it)
It’s gettin' serious
Make a b*t*h delirious
b*t*hes on my d**k 'cause a boy so mysterious (Woah)
That's a mystery
Thots makin' history
Wrist keep spinnin' like a f**kin' rotisserie (Skrrt)

David Letterman, I said it man, I'm better, man (Better)
She wrap me up, she wrap me up, just like the Santa man (Woo)
I love my candy, tryna be a littlе sweeter man (Sweet)
I’m after money, need my monеy, I’m a greedy man
Money on my grave, I'll run it up until I die (Die)
Got some eyes on every spot, I’m flexin' like a fly (Fly)
I never hurt a fly, I never cause a homicide (Nah)
If you playin' with me, I'ma use some pesticide (Skrrt)
Baby

Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho (Ho, ho, ho)
Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin’ foreign pho (True)
Born show, born to glow, never said that (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that (Skrrt)
It's gettin' serious
Make a b*t*h delirious
b*t*hes on my d**k cause a boy so mysterious (Woah)
That's a mystery
Thots makin' history
Wrist keep spinnin' like a f**kin' rotisserie (Skrrt)

Got my wrist whippin' (Whippin')
Lookin' like a chef (Chef)
Oregano in my right, 30 on my left (Yeah)
Pull up with the set, got the kitchen all wet
And the cream team comin' for your neck (Lil' b*t*h, ooh)
I don't do sh*t, but my b*t*h got tits (Tits)
Gravy walk around lookin' like a f**kin' lick (Lick)
Side b*t*h thick and my main b*t*h thick
And my oatmeal thick, b*t*h, I can't even pick (Woo)
Gravy be finnesin', it's a blessin' when I'm on the block
Teach your boy a lesson 'bout the flexin', b*t*hes on a jock
Wrist so reflective, it's aggressive for a f**kin' clock
I been pourin', dressin' and caressin' on your f**kin' thot

Foreign clothes, foreign show, need a foreign ho
Foreign money, foreign honey, sippin' foreign pho
Born show, born to glow, never said that
Stayin' low on my toes, I'ma get that
It's gettin' serious
Make a b*t*h delirious
b*t*hes on my d**k cause a boy so mysterious (Woah)
That's a mystery
Thots makin' history
Wrist keep spinnin' like a f**kin' rotisserie (Skrrt)

Uh, bbno$

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