BABY GRAVY – Nightmare on Peachtree St. (feat. Freddie Dredd) Lyrics Lyric Letra bbno$ BABY
HOOK
Freddie – shows!
Gravy – were they at?
Baby – sold out
Yea – tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can’t keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
VERSE 1
Gravy:
Real short real stout no tea cup
I ain’t even gon fuck no prenup
Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA
Fuck contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope)
Splash, onomatopoeia
I’m colder, I can guarantee ya
My whole damn closet all zebra
My bitch delicious
Yo bitch fictitious
Gravy so clean you should see my dishes
Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes:
Endless ice, bread, bitches
I aint never lackin
I be gettin to the action
Im finessing with a passion
president of smashing,
5 time champion
Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion
BRIDGE:
Gravy:
da da da da da da
We pull up they say ooh la la
da da da da da da
Da da da da
Freddie:
Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here
Force me to do this part
VERSE 2
Freddie:
Steppin on the bitch
I ain’t wifin no fuck hoe
What the freddie needs
Is a god damn gat hoe
Lurkin in the dark I need no sight
That fool on a goddamn bike
Boom from the glock and I take his shit
What the Fred get, lil money and a bic
Spark my dark then I head into the park
God damn boy, ain’t got no heart
Miss my home is it ever so deep
Walking in the heat while I bump J’s beats
Ima hang ya from a noose from Gravy height
Got no feel bitch better come and fight
Too dope got rope in my backpack
Lil bitch wanna suck on my nutsack
Got steeze oh please gimme all that
Owe me money Imma need some fucking cash back
Bitch wanna suck on my goddamn peter
Understand hoe I’m a goddamn leader
Slob on my knob I’m gonna complete it
Turn around baby girl I wanna squeeze it
Cold in the club got your bitch shiverin’
Stole your hoe like the goddam bling ring
Backpack full of that loot
I’m so petty Imma teef your boots
HOOK
Freddie – shows!
Gravy – were they at?
Baby – sold out
Yea – tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can’t keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
VERSE 3
bbno$:
Pussy boys bugging im pesticide
4 billie streams like im bonafide
MK2 its a joy ride
She jeckle me off like im mr Hyde
Boys in the stu off the DMT
yeah we quite high got my dick and my balls in-er
while im at 5 guys
Mayo with the fries
Eyes on the prize
Its bag bag bag
Baby no money what u say say say
Only ever tryna get paid paid paid
Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!!
Dunno how I got laid laid laid
Got a little pump she got a d and a rose
10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen
Merch seller full name Jason clothes
Never sold out but I sold out shows
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