LYRICS:
Im a
bad boy, doing good things
GOT A
lemonade whip,
CHICKEN WINGS
WID A
BAD B**CH
AND SHE QUITE THICK
SO I MIGHT JUST COP MY SELF A CHAIN TONIGHT
SLIM SHAWTY WITH THE TANK TOP
im a
let her munch IT on my cake pop
yaya
YUNG BAEL MAKE YOUR HIPS DROP
SO I MIGHT JUST TAKE YOUR WOMEN FOR A NIGHT
EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE BUILDING
I SAID
EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE BUILDING
COME ON
FOLLOW ALONG feel the GROOVE
AND GET YOURSELF TO MOVE
GET YOUR A** TO THE DANCE FLOO
I SAID
GET YOUR A** TO THE DANCE FLOO
COME ON
FOLLOW ALONG FEEL THE GROVE
THERES NO ONE TO PROVE!
move to the floor
pick a girl
pick a boy
spin em round
like a toy
grab em hands
pull em close
push em back
do the most
pick a girl
pick a boy
spin em round
like a toy
grab em hands
pull em close
push em back
do the most
PANAMARA WHIP ON THE SIDE
DAMN IM LOOKING FLY
BABY NO MONEY AND YUNG BAE WE ON FIRE
30 MINUTE HITS YEH WHY WOULD I EVER EVEN LIE
POP ALL NIGHT WE PACIFY
CRAZY BAD GIRLS IN MY SIGHT
THINK I NEED a TRY
CONFIDENCE IS PEAKING IM A REALLY NICE GUY
ASKED THAT FINE LADY YO GIRLIE WANNA JIVE?
CANT U FEEL THESE SPARKS IGNITE
Billy Marchiafava:
Bring a girl
She my world
Got her dancin
Cmon make her twirl ,ive been
doin things all y’all cudnt dream of
I just made another song for the people
Dancin
Romancing
Turned up blacked out in a mansion
Got the money so the drinks on me
Got the honey so the bs on me
Drip like a faucet
Yeah billy saucin
3 gold chains keep me cold
Steven Austin
And I’m lit don’t care about tomorrow
Me and couple girls headed to the condo
Baby no money got the bag
And Yung bae chillin he been running up the bands
Flexed on my ex got me feeling like the man
And all I ever do is drop hits that’s the plan
(Gus Dapperton verse) I loathe romancing in itself yea I’d be damned to try I’m only dancing by myself so I dont slam my Irish buck compostable cups b-b-benee i cant stress this enough I would hate to mess things up but my boogie still stays restless as fuck
I know I fucked up Im just a loser shouldn’t be with ya guess I’m a quitter
while ur out there drinking I’m just here thinking bout where I should’ve been
Director — Reggie.
Producer — Steven Taylor
Director of Photography — Grant Duncan
Production Compay — AVONNI
Executive Producer — Brandon Dermer
Executive Producer — Reed Matthews
Editor — Reggie.
Thief — y2k
Colorist — Abdullah Ghazal
Lyrics:
So she got the booty poppin’ like its bubblegum (gum)
Beat up on that booty like ruh puh puh pum
Will not listen to your bullshit nah nah nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin’ heat dat rah tah tah tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby andele
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday
My name is baby no money let me tell you again
I change the no to yes and now everybody claims they’re my friend
You find the Baby Bravy on the top and we will not descend
I got the pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames and blue cheese lens (yuh)
No stains on my white G-Fazos
Wanted 20 mil so I turned my shit to pesos
Got a billi’ when I cucked Jeff Bezos
Hey Alexa I’m playin’ baby please don’t take me off payroll
So she got the booty poppin’ like its bubblegum (gum)
Beat up on that booty like ruh puh puh pum
Will not listen to your bullshit nah nah nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin’ heat dat rah tah tah tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby andele
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday
Hey Gravy
Hey Baby
What’s good bitch
Every day I wake up and I’m back on my bullshit
How come every time I say a word it’s some good shit
I was born a Mac I be on some Fleetwood shit
Imma stay givin’ miniscule fucks
You need aim bot pussy boy you a crutch
Gravy baby start crime we Starsky Hutch (aye)
Star studded event when I valet park
I think I’m Paul Wall dripped in the rally car
I like a blunt mixed up with some caviar
I like your mom but shit, she gave me battle scars
So she got the booty poppin’ like its bubblegum (gum)
Beat up on that booty like ruh puh puh pum
Will not listen to your bullshit nah nah nah nah
Baby Gravy droppin’ heat dat rah tah tah tah
Pour yo’ bitch a lil Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo’ blunts up baby andele
Let’s get lit like it’s a holiday