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Yung Gravy - Richard Simmons (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Background Vocals
Gregg Wattenberg
Gregg Wattenberg
Background Vocals
Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Songwriter
Ryan West
Ryan West
Songwriter
Ari Starace
Ari Starace
Songwriter
Sebastian Schallenberg
Sebastian Schallenberg
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Producer
Y2K
Y2K
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch! Jason Rich on the beat, bitch Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winning (Bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin') Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular Hit it really quick and then I dip, ayy, ayy Gravy in this bitch, I'm with the shits, ayy, ayy You never see me lack, I send yo' bitch a fact She came through with the pack Gravy came through with the snacks (Woo) Pull up to that function in a new whip, too quick Now yo' mama lookin' like my new bitch, true shit She my thicky, she so pretty Every time I'm in yo' city Gravy bustin' through that chimney Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winning (Bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin') Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular White Versace robe when I hop up on a stage Fuck yo' bitch, gone in sixty seconds Call me Nic Cage (Fuck) Gravy going national, I'm looking for the treasure I don't think I'm sick, but I got 'em under weather (Ayy) Honda, Tesla, Rolls with the roof up Gin with the fruit punch, ray gun juiced up Fly as fuck, called up my boy and said, let's make these hits Might just go icy my wrist, might just go cop me yo' bitch Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (Bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin') Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy) Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (Bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin') Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons Ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
Writer(s): Ari Starace, Matthew Hauri, Ryan West, Jason Rich, Sebastian Schallenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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