Yung Gravy - Richard Simmons Lyrics
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Richard Simmons
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What Are The Lyrics For Richard Simmons By Yung Gravy?
Bitch!
Jason Rich on the beat, bitch Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (swimmin') Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I'm Richard Simmons (ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular Hit it really quick and then I dip, ayy, ayy Gravy in this bitch, I'm with the shits, ayy, ayy You never see me lack, I send yo' bitch a fact She came through with the pack, Gravy came through with the snacks (woo) Pull up to that function in a new whip, too quick Now yo' mama lookin' like my new bitch, true shit She my thicky, she so pretty Every time I'm in yo' city Gravy bustin' through that chimney Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (swimmin') Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I'm Richard Simmons (ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular White Versace robe when I hop up on a stage F*ck yo' bitch, gone in sixty seconds, call me Nick Cage (f*ck) Gravy goin' national, I'm lookin' for the treasure I don't think I'm sick, but I got 'em under weather (ayy) Honda, Tesla, Rolls with the roof up Gin with the fruit punch, ray gun juiced up Fly as f*ck, called up my boy and said, "Let's make these hits" Might just go icy my wrist, might just go cop me yo' bitch Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (swimmin') Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I'm Richard Simmons (ayy) Diamonds dancin' on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons) Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (bitch) Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (swimmin') Got my wrist spinnin', lookin' like I'm Richard Simmons (ayy) Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula Gravy got your girl sittin' in the passenger Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular |
Who Wrote Richard Simmons By Yung Gravy?
Ari Starace, Jason Rich, Matthew Hauri, Ryan West, Sebastian Schallenberg
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