Swimming Lessons

(álbum: Gasanova - 2020)

It's Gravy, baby
When I hit your lady, she started singing (I-I-In this bitch with Jason Rich)
Singing like

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh, god damn, oh, god damn
Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand

Gravy could teach you to sing (Sing)
Gravy could teach you to fly (Fly)
Gravy could teach you to ball (Ball)
Gravy could teach you to ride (Ride)
Your mother taught me to sing (And fuck)
When I was only a child (A child)
Shawty picked me up from school
Went to the crib and I clapped cheeks
Oh, what a feeling
God damn, shawty is singing
That sound good, I must be hitting it
That sound nice, she can make millions
Goodness gracious, I'ma make music
I'ma go crazy, I'ma get to it
Your mom taught me, now I'm fluent
Hear that voice every time I do it

Oh, god damn, oh, god damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh, god damn, oh, god damn
Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand

When I pull up on your momma, tryna get a singing lesson
But I always be forgetting that I always be finessing
All she really ever do is give me swimming lessons
I be swimming all up in that ass from seven to eleven
And you know I hit the breaststroke, get the best stroke
So pull up on a kid, momma, let's go
Ooh, ayy, let me add some Gravy sauce
I lay the pipe, fool
I stay in that ass
Gravy a god damn blast, blast
Yeah, a blast from the past
I clap on that ass, I clap on it fast
My foot on the gas, yeah, I smash then I smash
She picked me up from class, all I speak is ass
It's Gravy train, baby, talking ass, ass, ass

La-la-la-la...