Warm Brew - Gravy (Explicit) lyrics

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Warm Brew - Gravy (Explicit) lyrics

[Intro] Incoming! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1] Other people's money Other n***a's b**hes New kicks, new threads Hitting other n***a's switches Too fresh- I'm bad David Byrne got these pussies talking hand Instead we talkin' bread now I remember everything; Homies hating, talkin' down b**hes disrespecting me Giving me the run-around Money turn your mother 'round Women throw that a** around That make me turn my head around I try to wrap your head around Hangin' out the Moon Roof One chick, three scoops Presidential panty They's f**in' on my stylist (Uh) Yo, how you say you fresh as f**? Yo, hey you ain't never fresh enough And I suggest you buckle up Ass so good, you buckle up Your wife heard you f**ing up And you can tell that something is up Nah, no, I could never buy it My whole clique hit like David and Goliath [Ray Wright] Yo, Police defiance Smoking and I'm flying Two twomps- thumping- hit like punches in a riot And I'm riding with the homies 'cuz it's d**h around the corner Ain't nothing funny get your money sunny southern California It got everything you need And everything want Then she show her true colors and it's everything you don't I got the Henny and the weed So a n***a take notes It's just the player of the year And I ain't have to rig a vote (look) [Chorus] I mob with the squad Dawg with the squad daily Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me Game too cold We so wavy If homie talking bold It's all gravy I mob with the squad Dawg with the squad daily Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me Game too cold We so wavy If homie talking bold It's all gravy [Verse 2] What I do ain't made for tv Winning like I'm tiger cheating Kind of like a laker 3-peat Busting booty, grabbin cheechy Im a Mac I'm bout my cheese I'm reeling b**hes, stay in season You can sail the 7 seas And never find no one to defeat him Coming from the land where the doc and Mac, Dre California kid Put a b**h on back page Pull a broad off a quad and axe spray Pull up at her house, tell her man to valet Smacking dat booty, like I'm [?] Rubbing that booty like there's a genie Smoking my forest, gotcha saying Jennay Pupil my eyes bout da size of pennies Lobster Alfredo, on top of penne Hit a Home run, every inning Don't want it? Don't begin it Looking at life like what's a limit? Walk in my shoes wouldn't last a minute Acid to me is like Popeye's spinach Pa** it to me mind [?] spinning Been this way since a kid; ain't kidding Serving this game, girls smitten Representing well my town, my city Any kind of trouble I'ma go dive in it For a piece of that pie Took game, Made business Made business Hit da liquor store XO my livers A little Molly Moll wit a merlot kicker Just the way it go with the one way sipper [Chorus] I mob with the squad Dawg with the squad daily Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me Game too cold We so wavy If homie talking bold It's all gravy I mob with the squad Dawg with the squad daily Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me Game too cold We so wavy If homie talking bold It's all gravy