
Flex on Christmas Yung Gravy
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[Intro]
What's good baby
It's holiday season
Kind of sad Thanksgivings over, but you know it's all good, still got Christmas
[Chorus]
I get up in it, you know I eat my spinach (Ayy)
Tryna stay nutritious 'cause I gotta flex on Christmas
Bring the, litness (Gravy Train)
Yo mama is the witness
Gold chain with the turtle neck 'cause it's Christmas
Got the ice, ice, ice, ice (Ayy), ice, ice
All I want for Christmas is some ice, ice, ice, ice, (Ayy), ice, ice, ice
Bitch
I don’t really know what else I would ask for Christmas baby
[Verse 1]
All I want for christmas is some ice (Ayy)
Look down at my wrist, it look like the Northern Lights (Ayy)
Sugar with the spice bitch, everything nice bitch
I pull up my sleeve it feel like I hit the light switch (Whoa)
I feel that Christmas weather so I got my crispy sweater
Sippin' on some scotch while I write yo bitch a letter
'Bout how I’m better, and how I got this cheddar
Yung Gravy how you so fucking clever?
Watching ink dripping off my pen feather
Got a girl you need finessed? It would be my pleasure
What's good baby
It's holiday season
Kind of sad Thanksgivings over, but you know it's all good, still got Christmas
[Chorus]
I get up in it, you know I eat my spinach (Ayy)
Tryna stay nutritious 'cause I gotta flex on Christmas
Bring the, litness (Gravy Train)
Yo mama is the witness
Gold chain with the turtle neck 'cause it's Christmas
Got the ice, ice, ice, ice (Ayy), ice, ice
All I want for Christmas is some ice, ice, ice, ice, (Ayy), ice, ice, ice
Bitch
I don’t really know what else I would ask for Christmas baby
[Verse 1]
All I want for christmas is some ice (Ayy)
Look down at my wrist, it look like the Northern Lights (Ayy)
Sugar with the spice bitch, everything nice bitch
I pull up my sleeve it feel like I hit the light switch (Whoa)
I feel that Christmas weather so I got my crispy sweater
Sippin' on some scotch while I write yo bitch a letter
'Bout how I’m better, and how I got this cheddar
Yung Gravy how you so fucking clever?
Watching ink dripping off my pen feather
Got a girl you need finessed? It would be my pleasure
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