Yung Gravy, bbno$ - Dinner Party lyrics
bbno$ [Alexander Leon Gumuchian] Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦
[Yung Gravy, bbno$ - Dinner Party lyrics]
Gravy train oh, oh, oh bbno$
Yung Gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a fucking staple (yuh, yuh, yuh)
What the fuck did you marinate this steak
Because it's out of this world
You're killin' me with
No no it's a family secret
White New Balance
So you know I ain't trippin'
My girl thick but she sweet
Call her Kate Griffin
Oooh, yeah i'm flexin' in the visor
Your bitch had gravy for
The fucking appetizer
Me and baby act a fool off the Budweiser
Pull up and I splash
Like a motherfucking geyser
Whip so precise, that I almost hypnotised her
The fondue on that booty got me
Sayin' I'm a prize her
The wine your sippin' on is decent
But my glass is finer
I only got enough cash to take
Your girl to a diner
I'm playing footsies with your mom
Yeah girl your family dinner
I might be stealing your wife but
You know I ain't a sinner (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
So, who gone sit at a dinner table
Got your wife on stand, just a little later
Yeah, who gone sit at a dinner table
Yung gravy, yung baby yeah we be fake
Yung Gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy (yuh, yuh, yuh)
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
(Ye, ye, ye) carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a fucking staple
Yung Gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
Carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a fucking staple (yuh, yuh, yuh)
What the fuck did you marinate this steak
Because it's out of this world
You're killin' me with
No no it's a family secret
White New Balance
So you know I ain't trippin'
My girl thick but she sweet
Call her Kate Griffin
Oooh, yeah i'm flexin' in the visor
Your bitch had gravy for
The fucking appetizer
Me and baby act a fool off the Budweiser
Pull up and I splash
Like a motherfucking geyser
Whip so precise, that I almost hypnotised her
The fondue on that booty got me
Sayin' I'm a prize her
The wine your sippin' on is decent
But my glass is finer
I only got enough cash to take
Your girl to a diner
I'm playing footsies with your mom
Yeah girl your family dinner
I might be stealing your wife but
You know I ain't a sinner (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
So, who gone sit at a dinner table
Got your wife on stand, just a little later
Yeah, who gone sit at a dinner table
Yung gravy, yung baby yeah we be fake
Yung Gravy, yung baby
'Course we're inside of your lady
Chasing money, whipping gravy (yuh, yuh, yuh)
'Course you know I'm Kevin Spacey
Too much turkey in my body
Sip that lean, we ain't that crazy
(Ye, ye, ye) carpe daisy, Patrick Swayze
Got your mom, she outta daydream (skrrrr)
Dom Pérignon at the dinner table
Got your bitch reporting live
Like i'm watching cable
And we got the honey jacket
Tastes like fucking maple
And we chasin' with the gravy
That's a fucking staple