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Yung Gravity
I pull your bitch
I got all these hoes revolving round my dick
Yung Gravity, I come and pull your bitch
I got a cavity from sweet talking your chick
I pull your bitch (gravy Train)
I pull your bitch, I pull your bitch
I pull your bitch, I pull your bitch
I pull your bitch
Yung Gravity I come and pull your bitch
I got a cavity from sweet talking your chick

On that gravy train, Intergalactic
Outer space pussy was so anticlimactic
Whole lotta neck, it's chiropractic
Gravy come through finesse you with Guerrilla tactics
I'm a fanatic, my side bitch is catholic
Yung Gravy trading cards all holographic
Rich thicc moms, that's my fucking demographic
I don't even talk to your bitch, Charlie Chaplin
Booty addict, my main bitch acrobatic
We getting pornographic, she got me doing back flips
I hit a hat-trick, leave you with a fat lip
Gravy come through finesse your cat with the catnip

Yung Gravity, I come and pull your bitch (damn)
Yo bitch can't believe how icy is my wrist (damn)
I with your family and they all talking shit (damn)
Out at Applebees finessing on your chick (damn)
Outer space trapping, I was born on Venus
All these women dog-piling on my
My flow the meanest, my kicks are the cleanest
That booty causing orbit, so I call her Booty Jesus (hallelujah)
Now I think that I'm religious
Now my girls booty got me looking like a midget
Now I'm just sitting here adding fucking digits
Tryna calculate how my wrist so frigid

To say what is it, I think Einstein in an Einsteinean answer
We would say gravity is the curvature of space and time
Booty

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