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lirik lagu warm brew - gravy (explicit)

[intro]

incoming!
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
other people’s money
other n-gga’s b-tches
new kicks, new threads
hitting other n-gga’s switches
too fresh- i’m bad
david byrne got these p-ssies talking hand
instead we talkin’ bread now
i remember everything;
homies hating, talkin’ down
b-tches disrespecting me
giving me the run-around
money turn your mother ’round
women throw that -ss 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-ckin’ on my stylist (uh)
yo, how you say you fresh as f-ck?
yo, hey you ain’t never fresh enough
and i suggest you buckle up
-ss so good, you buckle up
your wife heard you f-cking 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 death 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-gga 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-tches, 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-tch 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
p-ss 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]

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