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Bought The Plug A Present (feat. Jay Storm) Lyrics


Yung Gravy Bought The Plug A Present (feat. Jay Storm)

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Thotties

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I don't mean to flex but my bitch thicc like Texas (Ooh)
Booty so precious that I hit it ambidextrous (Ooh)
I've been f..cking flexing, I think it was destined (Ooh)
I might f..ck around and buy the plug a f..cking present (Mmm)

[Post-Chorus: Yung Gravy]
(Woah)
Gravy pull up on yo ho
I'm like the Pillsbury dough
I'm always cookin' up, cookin' up slow
I don't trust Kehlani
Sandwich with pastrami
Scuba dive in poonani
Then I splash, tsunami (Woah)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Flexing on my exes out the window of the Lexus
My whip diamond crested so it got me feeling reckless
Gravy and biscuits for breakfast
Antarctica on my necklace
I learned the art of finessin'
I f..cked my teacher, my doctor, my dentist (Holy shit)
[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I don't mean to flex but my bitch thicc like Texas (Ooh)
Booty so precious that I hit it ambidextrous (Ooh)
I've been f..cking flexing, I think it was destined (Ooh)
I might f..ck around and buy the plug a f..cking present

[Verse 2: Jay Storm]
Ayy, hunnids of kicks like a centipede (Yuh)
Lil' Storm I been lookin' heavenly (Okay)
I been had racks since like 17 (Bands)
They want my head like the Kennedys (Pew-pew)
Might take it back like the 70s
Xannys done f..cked up my memory (Xans)
Black and white a referee (Skrrt)
I got the baddest hoe next to me
Fuck her and nut on her titty
I got the key to the city
Get rich or die tryin' like 50
Your girl be sayin' she miss me (Ayy, ayy)
Green with the red on that's Gucci
I tell her kick it like Bruce Lee
Took out them clips like a movie
But f..ck all that beefing we coolin', yuh

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
I don't mean to flex but my bitch thicc like Texas (Ooh)
Booty so precious that I hit it ambidextrous (Ooh)
I've been f..cking flexing, I think it was destined (Ooh)
I might f..ck around and buy the plug a f..cking present (Mmm)
[Post-Chorus]
(Woah)
Gravy pull up on yo ho
I'm like the Pillsbury dough
I'm always cookin' up, cookin' up slow
I don't trust Kehlani
Sandwich with pastrami
Scuba dive in poonani
Then I splash, tsunami

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Blase, blase, blase
That booty is fugazi
QuerĂ­a probarme
Gravy dijo "Dale"
I might pull up on a motherfuckin' ripstick
Gravy dive up in it like a mufuckin' dipstick
I just met yo mom and she thought that I was pleasant
I thought it was Christmas on November 27th
I just got her number, I think it was destined
I might f..ck around and buy the plug a f..cking present

[Outro]
(Gravy Train)


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