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yung gravy - mrs. worldwide lyrics

i need a bad b+tch, stupid thick
peeped them cheeks and threw a fit
throw it back, make ’em sick
that’s my lil’ florida b+tch
fine hoe, bad as sh+t
shawty like my favorite dish
like the way she fl!ck her wrist
that’s my new york city b+tch

i just been cookin’ (cookin’)
they just been lookin’ (lookin’)
shawty been acting a fool
she gettin sauce on the cushions (saucy lil’ b+tch)
all good, ain’t no loss
you could never really have too much sauce
beat the devil out the cheeks, bob ross
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 might call up all my exes, get ‘em new tits
might put all my adversaries on a cruise ship
all inclusive
b+tch my neck, wrist, ears translucent
get my fans laid, that’s my resolution
gravy steal yo b+tch like the constitution

i need a bad b+tch, stupid thick
peeped them cheeks and threw a fit
throw it back, make ’em sick
that’s my lil’ toronto b+tch
fine hoe, bad as sh+t
shawty like my favorite dish
like the way she fl!ck her wrist
that’s my minnesota b+tch

hold up, wait, stop the tape
please take a moment to get out my face
hold up wait, park the wraith
shawty got a lisp, she give good fathe
matter fact, i don’t ever miss
but a b+tch wit a lisp make it sound like a myth
and that makes me wanna go make math
mass amounts of f+ckin cash
wit your b+tch making whoopee
catcher in the rye, i’ma catch her in the p+ssy
wide receiver of the nookie
pull up to panera just to play a lil footsie
ahoy, chips and cookies
gravy be the kid, got ya b+tch playing hooky
i need a b+tch that look like snooki
riding through atlanta, boutta boot+scoot+boogie
i need them bands now, not tomorrow
don’t make this your sayonara
i’m with sofia vergara
put the r in carbonara
old money, once upon on a time+piece
look like futurama
i got moms in punta cana
i feel like tommy bahama

i need a bad b+tch, stupid thick
peeped them cheeks and threw a fit
throw it back, make ’em sick
that’s my california b+tch
fine hoe, bad as sh+t
shawty like my favorite dish
like the way she fl!ck her wrist
that’s my yokohama b+tch
i need a bad b+tch, stupid thick
peeped them cheeks and threw a fit
throw it back, make ’em sick
that’s my lil’ parisian b+tch
fine hoe, bad as sh+t
shawty like my favorite dish
like the way she fl!ck her wrist
that’s my tijuana b+tch

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