Not3s, Young T, Bugsey - Living Gravy lyrics

[Not3s, Young T, Bugsey - Living Gravy lyrics]

Now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Now we living gravy now we living gravy

Best believe
I am the brudda that they are tryna be
I am the brudda that they are tryna reach
But I'm not the brudda that
They can try and leech never lacking, B
All now I'm in the place
Bottles get popping when I am in the rave
Scream "star in the hood" when
I'm up in the rave
Fought through the struggles and
Now I'm living great
All my people living gravy, yeah

Don't spill no liquor on my ice creams
Or my white jeans i'm a real drip machine
Look like Virgil in these Off White Nikes
Fuck the Y3's nike boys on my team
Like you just gotta weigh it up
When I mean it's getting bait as fuck
Who the fuck really debating us?
T and Bugs got the maddest touch
What's the problem? I'm a problem
Man, I wish these niggas would
Stay in their lane
NBA for life, never broke again
I can turn your wife to a hoe again
When you think she yours but
I know she ain't
She locked me on the telly
Yeah I know it's game
Think I hit the belly, hit the hall of fame
Funny thing about it, I don't know her name
Erica, Veronica it's all the same
It's all the same

Best believe
I am the brudda that they are tryna be
I am the brudda that they are tryna reach
But I'm not the brudda that
They can try and leech never lacking, B
All now I'm in the place
Bottles get popping when I am in the rave
Scream "star in the hood" when
I'm up in the rave
Fought through the struggles and
Now I'm living great
All my people living gravy, yeah

Alright I'm saucin' in them Alexander
Walking in the wild ball and then I drip
I'm never falling in 'em
If I go over to your girl's
House in the late night
I leave suttin' waved 'cause she
Probably oceaned in 'em
'Cause I'm a star, check the life
Check the ice check the watch
Pull up on the block
I'm with Jenny from the block
Pull up with the flock and spot
A tiger with the crock
Cooling with the yardies call
Me Teddy Bruckshot come in the coupe
We'll cut a roof and see who rhymes better
B, I did it on my own niggas didn't help
I'm poppin' tags where you say it
Different from how it spelt
Give me a minute with your body
I'll be gentle i ride winning in the Rolls
Check the scores on the board home visit
Took the fizzy and they
Greet me with applause
All I know is more, gimme more, want it all
All I know is ball, going crazy in the mall

Best believe
I am the brudda that they are tryna be
I am the brudda that they are tryna reach
But I'm not the brudda that
They can try and leech never lacking, B
All now I'm in the place
Bottles get popping when I am in the rave
Scream "Star in the hood" when
I'm up in the rave
Fought through the struggles and
Now i living great
All my people living gravy, yeah

Now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I'm living gravy
Yeah now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah and now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah

Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Yeah

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