Kathleen Lyrics
[Yung Gravy:]
Oh, ay, ay, ay
Gravy Train
Danny, I see you
Uh, Yung Gravy on the gas
I got MILF`s at my meet n greet, I think they came in (bitch)
Flash flood every time they read my name, man
I was fuckin` with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It`s all good, Gravy switch `em up like K cups
Ay, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
Fuckin` on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ay, damn that`s aggressive
Ay, this some heat shit lil bitch
Workin` out with some freaky bitch, doin` freak dips
Tandem bike with yo mama, told her she could keep it
Gravy get it poppin`, bitch I think I`m Pop Secret (Whoa)
Yeah I`m that clean (that clean)
Gravy so sick, bitch I think I need a vaccine
Mama gettin` Gravy withdrawals like I`m caffeine
Now I got a new bitch, think her name is Kathleen
Oh, must be Kathleen (Whoa)
Matter fact, now I think about it might be Maxine
Ay, I`m in the backseat (ay, ay)
Pull up on your mama in the Asics like an athlete
I got MILF`s at my meet n greet, I think they came in
Flash flood every time they read my name, man
I was fuckin` with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It`s all good, Gravy switch `em up like K cups
Ay, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
Fuckin` on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ay, damn that`s aggressive
[Ugly God:]
Booty Gang Captain, bitch my swagger so attrocious
Pull up on your bitch and leave her hopeless, I`m ferocious
I don`t drive a Rarri, but I pull up in a Focus
Imma fuck your bitch, part the ocean like I`m Moses
Wait, hold up (Whoa)
Get the fuck up out my face
Give me a break, hold up
Ay, she gon cook me steak and say my grace, hold up
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I put some gravy on the plate, she love the taste, hold up
I touched your granny then I rubbed it in your face, hold up
I play sick so I can flirt with all the nurses, ay
Take your bitch and leave you hurt because I`m perfect, ay
Imma drip and she gon` squirt and leave me surfin`, ay
She gon` suck my dick in cursive, ay
[Yung Gravy:]
I got MILF`s at my meet n greet, I think they came in (bitch)
Flash flood every time they read my name, man
I was fuckin` with your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It`s all good, Gravy switch `em up like K cups
Ay, and your mama get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
Fuckin` on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ay, damn that`s aggressive
Chef boy flexin` like the Pillsbury Dough
Pull up on ya ho
Turn off the lights and I glow
Paula Abdul with the flow (whoa)
Lately I been rappin` fast, but I`m drivin` slow
And lately I`ve been clappin` ass at the grocery store
I shouldn`t have gone there, she got the blonde hair, that don`t belong there
I think that weed need to get cut, need some lawn care
My time piece freeze every time I put in on there
And every time your mama [?] she fold like a lawn chair
Whoo, yeah you know that chick foldin`
And then she cook the muffins up until that shit is golden
I shine that booty up before I slide, like I`m bowlin`
Ice on my wrist `cause that whippin` got it swollen
