Testo Justin Bieber Wrist - BABY GRAVY feat. Yung Gravy & bbno$
Testo della canzone Justin Bieber Wrist (BABY GRAVY feat. Yung Gravy & bbno$), tratta dall'album Baby Gravy 2
And yo girls on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday told her I'm on the way
And I gotta do things I might leave her
I don't got time today find a way to get paid
I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo momma on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth (uh)
Bitch
I be in that coochie and that shit my happy place
It put a smile on my face that none of you pussies can erase
And that's yo girl in this case
And I know you wanna hate
But just wait you're doing great
You ain't do shit and you made my day
I evade the police ridin' on a pony
Angelina Jolie said she tryna bone me
These phonies
They think I'm holy
They tryna clone me
Imma keep the cheese y'all can have the macaroni
We makin' hits and I think they gonna last
Seiko on my wrist watchin' all this time pass
Coolin with yo bitch and she said my dick gas
Gave her lil' tip and she still wanted my cash
And yo girls on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday told her I'm on the way
And I gotta do things I might leave her
I don't got time today find a way to get paid
I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo momma on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth (uh)
Find us on a yacht on some Noah's ark shit
My lady is a brainiac of course I bust quick
Feelin' hypothermic so I bought a cold wrist
Wherever I go I shoot my shot and it's a swish (yuh)
Yo girlfriend lookin' like a three outta ten
I gotta ten outta ten
I got my mind on my M's
I'm glad it finally makes sense and now I'm doin' my dance
Yeah this life's hittin' different when yo pants full of bands
Thought she was a diva
Lil' diva
Now she treat me like I'm Justin Bieber
Wrist Aquafina
In the freeza'
Yo bitch got the Baby Gravy fever
And yo girls on my woody like a beaver
Think it's a holiday told her I'm on the way
And I gotta do things I might leave her
I don't got time today find a way to get paid
I be ridin' down the street though
In the Jeep
And yo momma on the creep though
She a tweak
I be posted with a freak hoe
Big ol' freak
Gravy why don't you make your teeth gold?
I got nice teeth (uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Maneesh Bidaye, Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell
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