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Gravy

Manu

Other people's money

Other people's wishes

New kicks new threads hitting other people's switches

Too fresh I'm dead

David Bryne got these woosies talking head

Instead we talkin bread now

I remember everything

Homies hatin talkin down

Women disrespectin me

Givin me the run around

Money turn yo luck around

Women throw they rump around

That make me turn my head around

Now try ta wrap yo head around

Hangin out the moon roof

1 chick two scoops

Presidential candidates I'm smashing on my stylist

Yo how u say u fresh enough

When you ain't never freshen up

And I suggest you buckle up

That head so good you buckle

You wifing her you messin up and you can't tell that somethings up

I could never buy it

My whole clique hit like david and Goliath

Ray Wright

Yo police defiant

Smokin n im flyin

Two twomps - thumpin

Like punches in a riotN im ridin wit da homies cuz its death around tha corner

Ain't nothin funny getchyo money sunny southern californiaIt got everything u need and everything want

Then she show her true colors n its everything you don'tI got the henny n the weed so patna take notes

Jus da playa of da year n I ain't have to rig a vote lookChorus (Ray)

I mob wit da squad

Dawg wit da squad daily

Dont neva eva eva

Eva eva try n play me

Game too cooooold

We so wavy

If homie talkin boooooold

It's all gravy

SerkWhat I do ain't made for tv

Winnin like I'm tiger cheating

Kinda like a laker 3 peat

Bustin booty

Grabbin cheechy

Im a Mac

I'm bout my cheese

N reelin fishes

Stay in season

You can sail da 7 seas

N never find no one defeat him

Comin from da land

Where da doc n Mac

Dre

California kid

Put a chick on backpage

Pull a broad

Off a quad n axe spray

Pull up at her house

Tell her man to valet

Smackin dat booty

Like I'm dikembe

Rubbin dat booty like

There's a genie

Smokin my forest

Gotcha sayin Jennay

Pupil my eyes bout da size

Of pennays

Lobster Alfredo

On top of penne

Hit a Homerun

Every innin

Don't want it

Don't begin it

Lookin at life

Like what's a limit

Walk in my shoes

Wouldn't last a minute

Acid to me

Like Popeyes spinach

Pass it to me

Mind sprewell spinnin

Been dis way since a kid

Ain't kiddin

Servin dis game

Girls smitten

Representin well my town

My city

Any kinda trouble Ima go

Nc dive in it

For a piece of that pie

Took game

Made businessMade business

Hit da liquor store

Xo my livers

A little Molly moll wit a merlot kicker

Just da way it go wit da one way sippers

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