Gravy Lyrics - Warm Brew

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 

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Ray Wright 

Yo police defiant 

Smokin n im flyin 

Two twomps - thumpin 

Like punches in a riot 

N im ridin wit da homies cuz its death around tha corner 

Ain't nothin funny getchyo money sunny southern california 

It got everything u need and everything want 

Then she show her true colors n its everything you don't 

I 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 look 

Chorus (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 

Photos 

Serk 

What 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 business 

Made 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