Luyện nghe bài hát Kathleen

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

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

Ay, this some heat shit lil
Working out with freaky bitches doing freak dips
Tandem bike wit yo mama her she could keep it
Gravy get it popping bitch I I'm Pop Secret
I'm that clean
Gravy so sick I think I need a vaccine
Yo getting Gravy withdrawals like I'm caffeine
Now I got a new bitch, think her is Kathleen
Must be
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 every time they bring my up
I was fuckin' with mama, but I guess she changed up (Whoa)
It's all good, Gravy switch 'em up like K
Ay, and your mama get
Pull up on your sister, hit it and make my exit
on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ay, god damn that's

Booty captain bitch my swag is so atrocious
I pull up on yo and leave her hopeless I'm ferocious
I don't a Rarri but I pull up in a Focus
Ima fuck yo bitch and I the ocean like I'm Moses
Wait up
Get the fuck up out my 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 the taste, hold up
I touched your granny then I rub it in in your face, up
I play sick so I flirt with all the nurses, ay
Take yo bitch and you hurt because I'm perfect, ay
Imma drip and she gon squirt and me surfin', ay
She gon my dick in cursive, ay

[Chorus: Gravy]
I got MILF's at my meet n greet, I I came up (bitch)
Flash flood every time they bring my 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 get nexted
Pull up on your sister, hit it and make my exit
on yo exes, just so I can flex it
Ay, damn aggressive

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