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• Artiste: Yung Gravy
• Titre: Swimming Lessons
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It's Gravy, baby When I hit your lady, she started singin' (I-I-In this bitch with Jason Rich) Singin' 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 singin' That sound good, I must be hittin' it That sound nice, she can make millions Goodness gracious, I'ma make music I'ma go crazy, I'ma gеt to it Your mom taught me, now I'm fluent Hear that voicе 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 singin' lesson But I always be forgettin' that I always be finessin' All she really ever do is give me swimmin' lessons I be swimmin' 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, talkin' ass, ass, ass La-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la