Nightmare on Peachtree Street Lyrics
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[Intro: bbno$]
Bro, I gotta get sponsored by elderberry bro, literal plant, you know what I’m saying?
I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got some money
[Chorus: bbno$]
(Freddie) Shows (Gravy)
Where they at? (Baby)
Sold out (Baby, yeah)
(dwilly, I’m scared)
Tour the world, get the bag (Yeah, yeah)
Get the money, pipe your mom (Yeah, yeah)
She’s so lovely (Yeah)
Never wife a thot, I love the money (Woo)
Out in San Diego with some boys
Three days no sleep, can’t keep poised (Uhh, hold up)
(Uh)
[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Real short, real stout, no tea cup (Woo)
I ain’t even gon’ fuck, no prenup (Nah)
Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
Got grass, ch-ch-chia
Fuck contacts, I don’t wanna see ya’ (No)
Splash, onomatopoeia (Splash)
I’m colder, I can guarantee ya’
My whole damn closet zebra
My bitch delicious, your bitch fictitious
Gravy so clean, you should see my dishes
Peep how I live think I got three wishes, endless ice, bread, bitches (Ooh)
I-I ain’t never lackin’, I be gettin’ to the action, I’m finessin’ with a passion
President of smashin’, five time champion
Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion
[Bridge: Yung Gravy, Freddie Dredd]
Da-da-da-da, da-da (Help!)
We pull up, they say “Ooh-la-la” (Help me!)
Da-da-da-da, da-da (Yung Gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here, forced me to do this song)
(Fuck!)
[Bridge: Yung Gravy, Freddie Dredd]
Da-da-da-da, da-da (Help!)
We pull up, they say “Ooh-la-la” (Help me!)
Da-da-da-da, da-da (Yung Gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here, forced me to do this song)
(Fuck!)
[Chorus: bbno$]
(Freddie) Shows (Gravy)
Where they at? (Baby)
Sold out (Baby, yeah)
Tour the world, get the bag (Yeah, yeah)
Get the money, pipe your mom (Yeah, yeah)
She’s so lovely (Yeah)
Never wife a thot, I love the money (Woo)
Out in San Diego with some boys
Three days no sleep, can’t keep poise (Uh-uh)
(Uh)
[Verse 3: bbno$]
Pussy boys buggin’, I’m pesticide
Four billie streams like I’m bonafide (Bonafide)
MK-2, it’s a joyride
She jeckle me off like I’m Mr. Hyde (Uh)
Boys in the stu’, off the DMT, yeah, we quite
High got my dick and my balls in-er while I’m at Five Guys
Mayo with the fries, eyes on the prize
It’s bag, bag, bag, bbno$ (Skr, skr, skr)
What you say, say, say?
Only ever tryna get paid, paid, paid
Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade
I don’t know how I got laid, laid, laid
Got a lil’ pump, she got a D and a rose
Ten like Ben 10, wrist on frozen
Merch seller, full name Jason clothes
Never sold out, but I sold out shows (Uh)
[Outro: bbno$]
(bbno$)
Skr (Woah-woah-woah)
This right here, is a one hundred percent certified slapper
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