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Yung Gravy Magic

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It's Jason Rich, baby
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Ohh, baby

[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a bitch it get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 1]
I'm like open sesame, now your bitch right next to me
Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex
Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah)
Flexin' ain't too complex, baby
[Bridge]
Alaka-fuckin'-zam
I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit yo' bitch with the shazam

[Chorus]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy
Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh)
Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach
Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish
Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 2]
I'm so sorry, that I had to end it
Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' f..ckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch, that's a f..ckin' epidemic (Crazy)
Hit a bird call and your bitch come hither
Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver
[Outro]
Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah)
She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah)
I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum


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