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Artist: Yung Gravy
Canonical path: /yung-gravy/swimming-lessons
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Swimming Lessons
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Swimming Lessons
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It's Gravy, baby
When I hit your lady, she started singin' (I-I-In this bitch with Jason Rich)
Singin' like
Oh, God damn, oh, God damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh, God damn, oh, God damn
Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand
Gravy could teach you to sing (Sing)
Gravy could teach you to fly (Fly)
Gravy could teach you to ball (Ball)
Gravy could teach you to ride (Ride)
Your mother taught me to sing (And fuck)
When I was only a child (A child)
Shawty picked me up from school
Went to the crib and I clapped cheeks
Oh, what a feeling
God damn, shawty is singin'
That sound good, I must be hittin' it
That sound nice, she can make millions
Goodness gracious, I'ma make music
I'ma go crazy, I'ma gеt to it
Your mom taught me, now I'm fluent
Hear that voicе every time I do it
Oh, God damn, oh, God damn
Shawty singing while I slam, like
Ooh, alakazam
Oh, God damn, oh, God damn
Gravy clap like it's my hands, ayy
Hit her with that dick, now she sing like Stevie Nicks
Hit her with that sauce, turned her to Diana Ross, yeah
Ooh, round of applause, yeah
Shawty saw my ice and sang like Barbra Streisand
And I pull up on your mama, tryna get a singin' lesson
But I always be forgettin' that I always be finessin'
All she really ever do is give me swimmin' lessons
I be swimmin' all up in that ass from seven to eleven
And you know I hit the breaststroke, get the best stroke
So pull up on a kid, mama, let's go
Ooh, ayy, let me add some Gravy sauce
I lay the pipe, fool
I stay in that ass
Gravy a God damn blast, blast
Yeah, a blast from the past
I clap on that ass, I clap on it fast
My foot on the gas, yeah, I smash then I smash
She picked me up from class, all I speak is ass
It's Gravy train, baby, talkin' ass, ass, ass
La-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la
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