Luyện nghe bài hát Kathleen

Oh, ay, ay, ay
Gravy
Danny, I see you
Uh, Gravy on the gas

I got MILF's at my meet n greet, I think I up (bitch)
Flash flood every time they bring my up
I was fucking with mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up K cups
Ay, and your get nexted
up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
Fuckin' on yo exes, just so I can it
Ay, god that's aggressive

Ay, this some heat lil bitch
Working out with some freaky bitches doing dips
Tandem bike wit yo mama told her she keep it
Gravy get it popping I think I'm Pop Secret
I'm that clean
Gravy so bitch I think I need a vaccine
Yo mama getting withdrawals like I'm caffeine
Now I got a new bitch, think her name is
be Kathleen
Matter fact, now I think about it be Maxine
I'm in the
Pull up on your mama in the like an athlete

I got MILF's at my n greet, I think I came up
Flash flood time they bring my name up
I was fuckin' with your mama, but I guess she up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy 'em up like K cups
Ay, and your mama get
up on your sister, hit it twice and make my exit
Fuckin' on yo exes, just so I can it
Ay, god damn aggressive

Booty gang captain bitch my is so atrocious
I pull up on yo bitch and leave her hopeless I'm
I drive a Rarri but I pull up in a Focus
Ima fuck yo bitch and I the ocean like I'm Moses
hold up
Get the up out my face give me a break, hold up
Ay, she gon cook me and say my grace, hold up
I put some gravy on her plate she love the taste, up
I touched your then I rub it in in your face, hold up
I sick so I could flirt with all the nurses, ay
Take yo bitch and leave you because I'm perfect, ay
Imma and she gon squirt and leave me surfin', ay
She gon suck my in cursive, ay

[Chorus: Gravy]
I got at my meet n greet, I think I came up (bitch)
Flash flood every time bring my name up
I was fuckin' your mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up K cups
Ay, and your mama get
Pull up on your sister, hit it twice and my exit
Fuckin' on yo exes, so I can flex it
Ay, damn that's

Chef-boy like the Pillsbury dough
up on ya ho
Turn off the and i glow
Paula Abdul with the (Whoa)
Lately i been rapping but I'm driving slow
And lately I clapping ass at the grocery store
I shouldna there, she got the blonde hair that don't belong there
I think that weave needa getta cut, some lawn care
My freeze every time I put it on there
And everytime yo mama through she fold like a chair
Whoo, yeah you know that chick
And she cook the muffins up until that shit golden
I shine that up before I slide, like I'm bowlin'
Ice on my wrist 'cause whippin' got it swollen