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yup! Lyrics - Yung Gravy


Soundtrack: Out-Laws

yup! Lyrics

yup! Song Lyrics


[Intro]
Oye
Mamita rica, echa pa' acá
Pa' que lo goce
¡Ajá!

[Chorus]
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, "Yup, b**ch, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your b**ch say, "Wassup?" Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
"Gravy, let me f**k," ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it," I'ma hit it, baby

[Verse 1]
Ayy, don't you f**k with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (Ooh)
Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
Hannah Montana, I got the juicе, I got the Fanta
I got the juice, likе a banana
I got the juice, like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then I'ma smash
Gravy got your boo though
She sittin' in my jacuzzi (Ooh)
I think I need a few more
Yeah, and if you got the Henny, pour it up!

[Chorus]
When I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, "Yup, b**ch, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your b**ch say, "Wassup?" Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
"Gravy, let me f**k," ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it," I'ma hit it, baby

[Verse 2]
Yup, she said yup, I said yup
I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
And if that b**ch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain't my type (I need a thiccy)
Gravy need a b**ch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life (Goddamn)
And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all been on one, congrats, b**ch, I'm on two
She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby
Get the f**k off my lawn, now get lost, baby
b**ch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
Eighty b**ches in my crib, goin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby

[Interlude]
Ooh, pussy
Gravy
Woh
Hombre, no nací bailando
¡Ajá!
[Chorus]
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy get it buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, "Yup, b**ch, that's how I be livin'" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your b**ch say, "Wassup?" Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
"Gravy, let me f**k," ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it," I'ma hit it, baby

[Outro]
Muchacho
Gravy está duro de verdad, ¿eh?
Woh
Hombre, no nací bailando
¡Ajá!