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letra de alley oop - yung gravy

[chorus: yung gravy & lil baby]
ayy, drunk in atlanta
i’m at your crib with the pack like i’m santa (slatt)
with a b-tch from havana
f-ck with the crew, you get peeled like banana (baby)
i pull up, you panic
ice on my wrist, it took down the t-tanic (that’s cold, b-tch, woo)
i’m at giuseppe
i’m in the back of the store gettin’ becky (like woo)
b-tch (baby)
this the type sh-t that’s gon’ make them go crazy (like woo)
i just pulled up in a brand new mercedes (woo)
she said she pregnant that can’t be my baby (woo, yeah)
i was just stuck in the trap and they saved me (like woo)

[post-chorus: yung gravy]
b-tch, hop out the coupe
dunk on your b-tch and i hang from the hoop (like, woo)
b-tch, givenchy my suit
me and lil baby pull up alley oop (woo, yeah)
think i’m nowitzki
i’m at your crib with your mom sippin’ whiskey (woo)
gravy got love for the south
i f-ck your b-tch at the waffle house (baby)

[verse 1: yung gravy]
think i’m larry bird, b-tch
dunk on your b-tch cervix
talkin’ ’bout you heard sh-t
what you heard, b-tch?
fendi my hip, pardon my drip
reach in my pocket, i pull out your b-tch (yuh)
bentley my whip, came with the grip
found out my b-tch couldn’t fit
she f-ckin’ thick, b-tch

[chorus: yung gravy & lil baby]
drunk in atlanta
i’m at your crib with the pack like i’m santa
with a b-tch from havana
f-ck with the crew, you get peeled like banana (baby)
i pull up, you panic
ice on my wrist, it took down the t-tanic (that’s cold, b-tch)
i’m at giuseppe
i’m in the back of the store gettin’ becky (ooh, ooh, ooh, like woo)
b-tch (baby)
this the type sh-t that’s gon’ make them go crazy (like woo)
i just pulled up in a brand new mercedes (woo)
she said she pregnant that can’t be my baby (woo, yeah)
i was just stuck in the trap and they saved me (like woo)

[post-chorus: yung gravy]
b-tch, hop out the coupe
dunk on your b-tch and i hang from the hoop (like woo)
b-tch, burberry suit
me and lil baby pull up alley oop (woo, yep)
think i’m tim duncan
how come your mom and your b-tch call me pumpkin (woo, ho)
dip in the taxi
f-ck on your b-tch in the back of the zaxby’s, b-tch

[verse 2: lil baby]
i don’t play games n-gg-, know that (know that)
i just want the skrilla like i’m kodak (kodak)
i done got the brain, you can come and get your ho back
i can find a bag anywhere, f-ck a lojack
i just poured a four and a perc’ i’m bout to throwback
i’ma let my chains hang everywhere i go at
i done been the chain gang, i don’t want to go back

[interlude: yung gravy]
this that hoopin’ sh-t, baby
yeah i break the p-ssy’s ankles, baby
dream shake her t-tties (like woo)

[outro: yung gravy]
b-tch, hop out the whip
pull up i’m lookin’ like tokyo drift (woo)
b-tch i got the gift
scoop up your mama, lil b-tch in my lyft (woo)
b-tch, magic johnson
pull up i gave her that magic johnson
yeah, i’m in the kitchen
b-tch it’s yung gravy, i splash like i’m pippen

- yung gravy

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