Nightmare on Peachtree Street Songtext
von Yung Gravy, bbno$, BABY GRAVY feat. Freddie Dredd
Nightmare on Peachtree Street Songtext
Freddie - shows!
Gravy - were they at?
Baby - sold out
Yea - tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can′t keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
Real short real stout no tea cup
I ain't even gon fuck no prenup
Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA
Fuck contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope)
Splash, onomatopoeia
I′m colder, I can guarantee ya
My whole damn closet all zebra
My bitch delicious
Yo bitch fictitious
Gravy so clean you should see my dishes
Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes:
Endless ice, bread, bitches
I aint never lackin
I be gettin to the action
Im finessing with a passion
president of smashing,
5 time champion
Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion
da da da da da da
We pull up they say ooh la la
da da da da da da
Help!
Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here
Forced me to do this part
steppin on a bitch
i aint wifing no fuck hoe
what the freddie needs
is a god damn gat hoe
lurkin in the dark
i aint need no sight
that fool on god damn bike
boom from the glock
and i take his shit
what the fred get
little money and a bic
spark my dart then im heading to the park
got damn boi i aint got no heart
miss my home is it ever so deep
walkin in the heat while i bump jays beats
imma hang you from a noose at gravy height
got no fear bitch better come and fight
too dope got rope in my back pack
lil bitch wanna suck on my nut sack
got steeze oh please give me all that
owe me money imma need some fuckin cash back
bitch wanna suck on my god my peter
understand hoe im a god damn leader
slob on my knob im gunna complete it
turn around baby girl i wanna squeeze
im cold in the club got your bitch shivering
stole yo hoe like the god damn bling ring
backpack full got all the loot
im so petty imma teef ya boots
Freddie - shows!
Gravy - were they at?
Baby - sold out
Yea - tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can't keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
Pussy boys bugging im pesticide
4 billie streams like im bonafide
MK2 its a joy ride
She jeckle me off like im mr Hyde
Boys in the stu off the DMT
yeah we quite high got my dick and my balls in-er
while im at 5 guys
Mayo with the fries
Eyes on the prize
Its bag bag bag
Baby no money what u say say say
Only ever tryna get paid paid paid
Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!!
Dunno how I got laid laid laid
Got a little pump she got a d and a rose
10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen
Merch seller full name Jason clothes
Never sold out but I sold out shows
Gravy - were they at?
Baby - sold out
Yea - tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can′t keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
Real short real stout no tea cup
I ain't even gon fuck no prenup
Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA
Fuck contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope)
Splash, onomatopoeia
I′m colder, I can guarantee ya
My whole damn closet all zebra
My bitch delicious
Yo bitch fictitious
Gravy so clean you should see my dishes
Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes:
Endless ice, bread, bitches
I aint never lackin
I be gettin to the action
Im finessing with a passion
president of smashing,
5 time champion
Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion
da da da da da da
We pull up they say ooh la la
da da da da da da
Help!
Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here
Forced me to do this part
steppin on a bitch
i aint wifing no fuck hoe
what the freddie needs
is a god damn gat hoe
lurkin in the dark
i aint need no sight
that fool on god damn bike
boom from the glock
and i take his shit
what the fred get
little money and a bic
spark my dart then im heading to the park
got damn boi i aint got no heart
miss my home is it ever so deep
walkin in the heat while i bump jays beats
imma hang you from a noose at gravy height
got no fear bitch better come and fight
too dope got rope in my back pack
lil bitch wanna suck on my nut sack
got steeze oh please give me all that
owe me money imma need some fuckin cash back
bitch wanna suck on my god my peter
understand hoe im a god damn leader
slob on my knob im gunna complete it
turn around baby girl i wanna squeeze
im cold in the club got your bitch shivering
stole yo hoe like the god damn bling ring
backpack full got all the loot
im so petty imma teef ya boots
Freddie - shows!
Gravy - were they at?
Baby - sold out
Yea - tour the world
Get the bag
Get the money
Pipe your mom
She so lovely
Never wife a thot I love da money
Out in San Diego with some boys
3 days no sleep can't keep poised
Uhhhhh hold up!
Pussy boys bugging im pesticide
4 billie streams like im bonafide
MK2 its a joy ride
She jeckle me off like im mr Hyde
Boys in the stu off the DMT
yeah we quite high got my dick and my balls in-er
while im at 5 guys
Mayo with the fries
Eyes on the prize
Its bag bag bag
Baby no money what u say say say
Only ever tryna get paid paid paid
Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!!
Dunno how I got laid laid laid
Got a little pump she got a d and a rose
10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen
Merch seller full name Jason clothes
Never sold out but I sold out shows
Writer(s): Les Baxter, Jason Rich, David Wilson, Matthew Hauri, Alexander Gumuchian, Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com