More songs by Yung Gravy
Description
Sound Engineer, Mixer, Producer: Diamond Pistols
Producer: Yung Vamp
Author, Composer: Christian Dold
Author, Composer: Matthew Hauri
Songwriter: Nicholas Fulsher
Author, Composer: Pierre Piccioni
Lyrics and translation
Original
D-d-damn, son.
I'm more vanilla in the fucking coat. Finna pull up on your boat, baby. True baby, I can't fuck with you.
Oh, baby. Wow, baby. Pull up on your thot, she gon' fall, baby. Wow, baby. Wow, baby.
She just wanna, oh, baby.
Gas what I smoke, baby. I walk in the door, better hide your hoe, baby.
Hella bitches on me, HBO.
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO.
And she cook for me, clean for me, get the script for me, act lonely. But when she with me, put that neck on me, macaroni.
In the pot the way I stir it up. Somehow we were makin' mac n' cheese, we just makin' love.
Woo, bitch. First name Poppy, middle name get the change, last name Hari. True.
Call me Versace. So much sauce, bitch, I bleed teriyaki.
And I'm still tryna fuck Kehlani. Got some rich pussy, had to join Illuminati.
It's all good though, I had to learn me karate. Make a bitch fall 'cause I can origami.
Oh, oh. Hibachi. On God, bitch. Well, like. . .
Yeah. Yahtzee.
Aye. Oh.
I'm more vanilla in the fucking coat. Finna pull up on your boat, baby.
True baby, I can't fuck with you. Oh, baby. Wow, baby. Pull up on your thot, she gon' fall, baby.
Wow, baby. Wow, baby. She just wanna, oh, baby.
Gas what I smoke, baby. I walk in the door, better hide your hoe, baby.
Hella bitches on me, HBO.
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO.
I said fuck it, I'm tryna win before I kick the bucket.
Hate it or love it, I'm in a game until I'm fifty-something.
From the jump, got that rump, your bitch made them muffins. I'm known to cook, peak the hood, Easy-Bake Oven.
I just bought a wrist for like eighty K.
I just got your bitch to the crib and slay.
Overnight shipping, baby, no delay. I'm the mailman, posted with your hoe today.
I'm on UPS, Undisputed Pimp Shit. Limp wrist with the postman to these bitches.
She gave the envelope a lick and I shipped dick.
Your bitch got the flat rate box, baby, tis, tis.
Get your ass Molly watt right outside a coffee shop if you like to talk, talk, talk, talk. She treat me like a lollipop, Narnie in my pocket watch. Shorty young
Cthulhu with the sloppy top. Oh.
I'm more vanilla in the fucking coat. Finna pull up on your boat, baby.
True baby, I can't fuck with you. Oh, baby. Wow, baby. Pull up on your thot, she gon' fall, baby.
Wow, baby. Wow, baby. She just wanna, oh, baby.
Gas what I smoke, baby. I walk in the door, better hide your hoe, baby.
Hella bitches on me, HBO.
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO.
Yeah, baby.
If this ain't the hottest thing smoking, you must be out of your goddamn mind.