Boomer3017 - Gravy (feat. P. Cade) Lyrics

I got the juice
I got the drip
I got the sauce
I got the fit
She got that ass
That I wanna hit
I think that I will
Cause I'm the fresh prince
I got the juice
I got the drop
In my cup
Know I'm pourin
A quap
She shake that thing
Yeah she going nonstop
Ass on the floor
But she not a mop
Yeah she twerk it so urgently
Now watch it drop
That's a fat ass emergency
Don't call the cops
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy

Ugh, like god dayum girl
The way that you shakin
That cake
Want you to cum and then
Sit on my face
F*ckin her she cant even
Keep up the pace
Ouu shit like god dayum
We up in the club and
We goin so crazy
She lookin thick and
She lookin like gravy
All of these hunnids I
Got on me lately
Don't wanna leave the
Crib unless you pay me
Took her to the crib she
Ate me like candy
Im in her cheeks but her
Name is not sandy
All of this codeine is
Coming in handy
Cuzz I do not sip on
Alcohol I can not pop
An adderal yea
I take a downer
I ignore all of
The protocol I put a
Four in my soda-pop
I gotta pound her
She was twerking on me
Acting like a freak cuzz
She was doin' all the powder
Im here for one night
I f*ck then took flight
I told her im an out of towner

I got the juice
I got the drip
I got the sauce
I got the fit
She got that ass
That I wanna hit
I think that I will
Cause I'm the fresh prince
I got the juice
I got the drop
In my cup
Know I'm pourin
A quap
She shake that thing
Yeah she going nonstop
Ass on the floor
But she not a mop
Yeah she twerk it so urgently
Now watch it drop
That's a fat ass emergency
Don't call the cops
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy
In the club go crazy
She bout thick as some gravy

She got the cake yea she
Shakin bake
Baby please just come and
Fornicate
Reciprocate make my dick
Precipitate I pop a xan it
Make me levitate
Adderal makin you elevate
I crinkle blunts up I don't
Roll no cellophane
Waka flacka goin
Hard in the paint
Say we similar but
We aint the same
Worried bout my bills yea
F*ck all the fame
You aint gotta bag well
That is a shame

You thick as a bowl of oatmeal
Im fresh out the freezer im so chill
Badass bitch no kill bill
Flow gas propane call me hank hill
Yall move in slow-motion I got five gears
Keep the ball rollin yea we talkin bout spheres
Flow so fierce count more guap than cashiers
I ride for my dawgs P. Cade Paul Revere
Imma be way up give it a year
Imma be way up give it a year

Not just a rapper know that
I be dancing
Walk in the club and
She was sayin we handsome
Askin if I go with her
She needed an answer
She lookin at my wallet yea
I know she a scammer
Cigarette bitch yea
You ass got cancer
Her booty so fat
That I just might let her