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Mrs. Worldwide Lyrics


Artist: Yung Gravy

 

Mrs. Worldwide Lyrics

Mrs. Worldwide by Yung Gravy


I need a bad b**ch, stupid thick
Peep them cheeks and threw a fit
Throw it back, make 'em sick
That's my little Florida b**ch
Fine hoe, bad as sh*t
Shawty like my favorite dish
Like the way she flick her wrist
That's my New York City b**ch

I've just been cookin' (Cookin', cookin')
They just been lookin' (Lookin')
Shawty been actin' a fool
She gettin' sauce on the cushion (Saucy lil' b**ch)
All good, ain't no loss
You can never really have too much sauce
Beat the devil of the cheeks bra boss

I'm a nuisance
Got more hoes than the state of Massachusetts
I got bands that I don't know what to do with
I'ma call up all my exes, get 'em new tits
Might put all my advisories on a cruise ship, all inclusive
b**ch, my neck, wrists, ears, translucent
Get my fans like that's my resolution
Gravy steal yo' b**ch like the constitution

I need a bad b**ch, stupid thick
Peep them cheeks and threw a fit
Throw it back, make 'em sick
That's my little Toronto b**ch
Fine hoe, bad as sh*t
Shawty like my favorite dish
Like the way she flick her wrist
That's my Minnesota b**ch

Hold up, wait, stop the tape
Please take a moment to get on my face
Hold up, wait, park the Wraith
Shawty got a lisp, she give good faith
Matter fact, I don't ever miss
But a b**ch with a lisp make it sound like myth
And that makes me want to go make math
Mass amounts of f**king cash
With your b**ch playin' whoopie
Catch her in the ride, I'ma catch her in the pussy
Why? Receiver of the nookie
Pull up to Panera just to play a little footsie
Ahoy, chips and cookies
Gravy give your kid, got your b**ch playin' hookie
I need a b**ch to look like Snookie
Ridin' through Atlanta boutta boot scoot boogie

I need a bands now, not tomorrow
Don't make this your sayonara
I'm with Sofia Vergara
Put that Aud' in carbonara
All money, once upon a time, piece look like Futurama
I got miles on Punta Cana
I feel like Tommy Bahama

I need a bad b**ch, stupid thick
Peep them cheeks and threw a fit
Throw it back, make 'em sick
That's my little California b**ch
Fine hoe, bad as sh*t
Shawty like my favorite dish
Like the way she flick her wrist
That's my Yokohama b**ch

I need a bad b**ch stupid thick
Peep them cheeks and threw a fit
Throw it back, make 'em sick
That's my lil' Parisian b**ch
Fine hoe, bad as sh*t
Shawty like my favorite dish
Like the way she flick her wrist
That's my Tijuana b**ch



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