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Paroles de la chanson Dancing In The Rain par Yung Gravy
Yeah
Ooh, no doubt, he got it to perfection (Dwilly make it weird, go)
Dancing in the rain
I cannot refrain
From sliding in your dames
I get change
Dancing in the rain
Can't fuck with these lames
I cannot complain
I get change
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
Ooh, no doubt, he got it to perfection (Dwilly make it weird, go)
Dancing in the rain
I cannot refrain
From sliding in your dames
I get change
Dancing in the rain
Can't fuck with these lames
I cannot complain
I get change
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live (Woo)
Fuck these hoes? No
Dope? No
Hoe? No
No, no, Gravy still for pope though
For this hoe? No
Dope? No
Hoe? No
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live (Woo)
Fuck these hoes? No
Dope? No
Hoe? No
No, no, Gravy still for pope though
For this hoe? No
Dope? No
Hoe? No
No, no, Gravy still for pope though
Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in the hearse truck
Gravy been a dog, Lisa Ann was my first love
I stay with the bad hoes, but I be the worst one
When they pickin' teams, Gravy always be the first one
Juice, sauce, little bit of guala
Oops, just, super soaked your momma (Soaked)
New bitch, Michelle Obama (Woah)
Gravy bring a ruckus to the local Benihana
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in the hearse truck
Gravy been a dog, Lisa Ann was my first love
I stay with the bad hoes, but I be the worst one
When they pickin' teams, Gravy always be the first one
Juice, sauce, little bit of guala
Oops, just, super soaked your momma (Soaked)
New bitch, Michelle Obama (Woah)
Gravy bring a ruckus to the local Benihana
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
(50k for a show)
For a motherfuckin' show
(And a hunnid for my wirst)
For my goddamn wrist
(Couple milli' at the crib)
At the motherfuckin' crib
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
50k for a show, and a hunnid for my wrist
Hunnid fifty for my skrrt
Couple milli' at the crib
Ain't your baby, baby
You can keep the gravy out your lips
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
(50k for a show)
For a motherfuckin' show
(And a hunnid for my wirst)
For my goddamn wrist
(Couple milli' at the crib)
At the motherfuckin' crib
Ain't no way that baby Gravy gonna change the way he live
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