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Dinner Party

 

Dinner Party


[bbno$:]
Yung gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)

[Yung Gravy:]
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasing with the gravy
That's a fucking staple (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Interlude:]
What the fuck did you marinate this steak
Because it's out of this world
You're killing me with, no no it's a family secret

[Yung Gravy:]
White New Balance, so you know I ain't tripping
My girl thick but she sweet call her Kate Griffin
Oooh, yeah i'm flexing in the visor
Your bitch had gravy for the fucking appetizer
Me and baby act a fool off the Budweiser
Pull up and I splash like a motherfucking geyser

[bbno$:]
Whip so precise, that I almost hypnotised her
Fondue on that booty got me saying I'm a prize her
The wine your sipping on is decent, but my glass is finer
I only got enough cash to take your girl to a diner
I'm playing footsies with your mom, yeah girl your family dinner
I might be stealing your wife but you know I ain't a sinner
So, who gone sit at a dinner table
Got your wife on stand, just a little later
Yeah, who gone sit at a dinner table
Yung gravy, yung baby yeah we be fake

Yung gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)

[Yung Gravy:]
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasing with the gravy
That's a fucking staple (yuh, yuh, yuh)

done

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