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Early Afternoon Stroll (feat. Bbno$)

Yung Gravy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Yung Gravy - Early Afternoon Stroll (feat. bbno$) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Programming
bbno$
bbno$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Alexander Gumuchian
Alexander Gumuchian
Songwriter
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer
Corey Cutz
Corey Cutz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Jason Rich on the beat Oh shit Oh shit, why the flow so mean Your bitch heard of one so she got pipe dreams Boy quite clean, got a bitch Eileen, And I'm frozen like ice cream (Gravy) Said she on that Gravy Train, you can bet it's permanent Now she on that Gravy Plane, hit her with the turbulence Turbulence Girly just thought I was down, but I'm just curving it Mercelous, call the ambulance, booty analysis Check on my wrist, diamonds so fabulous, gold on my amulet Hazardous, I'm flexin' extravagant, diamonds so scandalous I'm in the kitchen with Bisquick I always stay with a thick chick I took her out on a picnic Told me that dick futuristic Got my wrist glowin', boy I look like Ben 10 I got hoes in Shenzhen Smack yo face like Chen Zen Money so fake like it won't even bend Send me that yoga ass, give me some zen Finessing yo mom, I'm playin' her friend I'm whippin' a benz, baby on trend Ay, yo bitch be lookin' like a Barbie, you ain't even Ken And my wrist looking starring shine at night time like Big Ben Got a new bitch, Bohemian Ain't a whip that you won't see me in I got so much sauce bitch my race is tortellini I been gettin' brazy, but that jazz got me calmer Three strokes on your bitch, think I'm Arnold Palmer And your mommy up and down on me just like a teeter totter Big 'ol scar, it come right down my forehead, Harry Potter Expelliarmus with the wrist Expelliarmus on a bitch Slowly came off with a flick of the wrist Went straight to my bed, and she judging a lick Step on a hater like grip tape New to my shit you a bit late I got ya mama in ship-shape Laying that pipe to my mixtape Ooo, I take step in the building, I'm icy I'm chilling, I'm sick penicillin Making a killing, I'm willing to give her the filling Yo mom at the crib and I'm drilling Can't dig all the billing My neck kinda chilling This game I be killing Baby (Baby) Bank I be filling Stack to a million Course I be winning with Gravy (Gravy) My diamonds be crusted with rubies Love me some boobies, piping your aunt to the movie Heard that she moody, why is she choosy Cause I'm a snack and she ate me like Scooby Jug, jug, jug Finesse your parenthood Jug, jug, jug, jug, jug And I pull up on your mom and I give her them goods Juggin' the same on your ex (ay) Juggin' the way that I flex (ay) Juggin' the way that I walk in the building The first thing I do is get neck (ay) [Outro: Yung Gravy]Jason Rich on the beat baby
Writer(s): Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian, Ryan West, Jason Rich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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