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Correct Go Bananas Lyrics
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Bbno$ & Yung Gravy
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Correct Go Bananas
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[Intro: Lentra] Ayy man, the, the fuck you mean You ain't heard of no fuckin' Lentra, the God? [Verse 1: Gravy and bbno$] I got the drip drop, icy hot wrist, that's a ice pack (Uh) Think I'm Tim Horton with the Ice Cap I used to get caught up with all these thots, forgot 'em I never second guess, I shoot my shot, I got 'em It's funny how I never check my watch, still got 'em Problems without Baby Gravy, we just solve 'em He ain't got the loud pack, tell that boy speak up (Speak up) New side bitch short and stout like a tea cup (Tea cup) I might get myself some fake tits, get some D-cups (Ayy, ayy) Just so I can flex on my ex, she got C-cups [Verse 2: bbno$] Check the patterns, we keep goin' bananas I see you nanners slippin' Watch the blue shell do some damage We in the back (Bitch) We passin six, five, four Three, two, one, yeah, now we in the front So I spent a big check on a car Yeah, I would if I could, yeah Everything I make is hard You will like it 'cause it's good, yeah Shawty, you better be playin' Sorry you misunderstood, yeah Baby, what the fuck you sayin' Nothing good rhymes with good (Woah) [Verse 3: Yung Gravy] I could take a piss on a drum and the song would go dumb Anesthesiolo-wrist make ya shit go numb Get a freezie with ya bitch, buddy, you could be my son Yo mama lookin' like a fee-fi-for-fum-head-ass motherfucker What's for supper? She must think that I'm a sucker [Verse 4: Spark Master Tape] I stumble when I mumble, I look lazy, yeah I'm in the Bay with Baby Gravy, feelin' hazy, yeah I'm finna get paid with the Paper Gang, we going crazy, yeah I'm 'bout to get laid with a bitch that cook that soup up daily, yeah I'm in the Cadillac, bitches on, chicken soup, the dinner song Thick as fog, bitch's leg lookin' like a cricket, dog Kill 'em off, whip it off, chillin' like a villain, dog Built a bong out of aluminium and a Cinnabon And y'all ain't want no smoke with the clique, nah Lose your gold rope to my bitch, yeah Tape and the name been the same Never fell off, on the way to a boat with them fellas On the gang
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