Correction Lyrics You Betcha by Yung Gravy

Featuring(s) : Ihatesunday

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Lyrics

[Yung Gravy]
(Gravy Train)
Shit man, what I been up to?
A little bit of flexing
A little bit of good old fashion flexing (Whoa)

[Yung Gravy]
Yeah, I'm posted with your momma and your sister and your mof*ckin granny, feelin' so dandy
Man, I'm sweet like candy
But I'm a savage like Randy, yo girl getting handsy
Tryna hit the beach get sandy, with the beach-side brandy
Boy you're a pansy, I hit your mom in the pantry
Gravy get it steamy like Stanley
[Yung Gravy]
I just f*cked your bitch in some Louis V Crocs (Crocs?)
She couldn't resist cause I wore 'em with the socks (Socks?)
Now she won't get off my jock, had to finesse like I'm Brock
I get that drip from my Wok, I got your side bitch on lock
I always roll with a flock (Whoa)

[Yung Gravy]
Got the herbs with the spices, stole your girl that's a crisis
Had the pineapple slices, just got my finesse licence (Gravy Train)
Think I'm real cold like dicing, Gravy so enticing
I'll knock your ass out, Mike Tyson
I'm quick like lightning, bitch thicker than a f*cking bison
I cover up the booty with Icing

If you f*cking with the team we gon' come and getcha
(Gon' getcha)
Teach you something 'bout your girl, call that shit a lecture
(A lecture)
Gravy so smooth you can check the f*cking texture (Whoa)
You might see me pull up in my motherf*ckin' sketchers (Gravy Train)
Got cheddar, you betcha
Gettin' to the cheese like Chester
Yung flexer, you betcha
Always in the clean striped sweater
Finesser, you betcha
Mighta' just piped your ancestor
I got Debra in the Tesla, too much sauce got extra
[ihatesunday]
Too much sauce got extra
You can catch me in the lab like Dexter
Your main bitch, yeah I sexed her only did it 'cause she look like Carmen Electra (Ayy)
Tell her her friends all invited (Yuh)
I got these white hoes excited (Ayy)
Winona the way that I'm ridin', I'm vibin'
I pop pills like I'm suicidal, I might be
I'll make your mother my wifey
Don't try me, you f*cking need to see your ID
It's sunday, or you can call me yung church house (Yeah)
I f*cked your bitch from my workout and I'll make your sister my daughter (Yeah)
I'm feeling like I'm Dwayne Carter (Yuh)
I gave your bitch a Dwayne Johnson
I'm in her throat like a tonsil (Yeah)

I'm eighteen, with the bullet
I'm eighteen, with the bullet (Gravy Train, makes his own gravy right in the bowl; that wouldn't impress you, of course)
Got my finger on the trigger, gonna pull it

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