God damn baby You ever look down at your wrist and see a little snow man? It's crazy They must be filming the new Ice Age movie or somethin'
I don't need a clean version 'cause this shit is clean already Flew down to Atlanta just so I could get some fetty And so I could see my Jewish bitch, she's bad her name is Betty And I like to keep her 'round 'cause she make that mean spaghetti That's that mean shit, that clean shit, I pull up on yo seamstress I might just drop this album 'cause this shit is fuckin' seamless I mail it to your crib 'cause I'm all about convenience I piped all my professors so Yung Gravy on the Dean's List Ay, when I'm on the beat I'm viscious Gravy got the sauce, so I keep yo bitch nutritious Now her man's lookin' so suspitious 'Bout to be flexin' like Christmas, booty be lookin' delicious
It be misty when I talk, see the way I walk Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on your block All these birds, I gotta flock See the way I walk Wrist so wrist so chilly got a snow man on my clock I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it's misty when I talk When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot And my wrist is wrist is chilly, I got Frosty on my clock On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock (Whoa)
I ain't really Jewish, but I gotta flex on Hannukah Threesome with yo aunty and a barber named Veronica Serenade your bitch with Bing Crosby on harmonica I'm covered in ice, but I'm raising the thermometer Piping your bitch in the grass, she shakin' ass, Gravy be skippin' the class Fucking yo bitch is my task, you don't even ask, Gravy so cold like Alaska Maybe Nebraska, give up on asthma, up in the sky like I'm NASA [?], you a lil rascal, cover your bitch in Tabasco (uh) I'm mixin' gin with the Kool-Aid Back of the Benz with your boo thang Police just told me to freeze and I told them I'm [?] so it's already too late Ice in my genetics, I came out the womb frozen I can say a couple words to your lady and get chosen
Thanks for tunin' into the smooth sounds of Yung Gravy A.K.A Lil Steamer Keepin' y'all warm when it's chilly baby Keepin' y'all warm when it's chilly
The song's not over, I feel like a four leaf clover I got lucky with yo mama and your Rabbi on Passover In the Rover I hit your sister up every time that I'm hungover 'Cause my head hurts and I need some fuckin' booty to lay over
It be misty when I talk, see the way I walk Furry Gucci slippers when I pull up on your block All these birds, I gotta flock See the way I walk Wrist so wrist so chilly got a snow man on my clock I create a fuckin' blizzy 'cause it's misty when I talk When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, with yo thot And my wrist is wrist is chilly, I got Frosty on my clock On my clock, on my clock, on my clock, on my clock (Whoa)
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