Coochie Anthem (Dillon’s Version VIP) Lyrics by Yung Gravy & Dillon Francis
Gravy
Get coochie
Ay, fuck on a bitch and I lay up
Sent one text, that’s a lay-up
Tell these motherfuckers to pay up
Taking your cash I’m the mayor
I’m the mayor
Slidin’ through cheeks
I’m a slayer
Ballin’
Like a Laker
Cook it up cook it up
Gravy the baker
Get paper
Bye bitch! later
Everything catered
Thick ass bitch that’s my waiter
It’s the only thing I dream about
Vivid like a movie
You could say I’m all about
Gettin’ to the cooties
When I wake up
It’s my mission it’s my duty
Gettin to the paper and the bread and
Gettin to the
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get
Mr. Butter
He back in the house
Pussy be chasin me
think I’m a mouse
Feel like Jerry and Tom’s your spouse
Staying on my toes
Think she’s gon pounce
Now she won’t leave me alone
She a goddamn dog
I’m a goddamn bone
Need to get one of them little dog cones
You know them cone things dogs be wearin’?
Get up off my cahones
Six figure check not countin’ the bonus
Big bread
Can’t keep focus
Smellin like a bakery and I ain’t even notice
The only thing I dream about
Vivid like a movie
You could say I’m all about
Gettin’ to the cooties
When I wake up
It’s my mission it’s my duty
Get into the paper and the bread and
The motherfuckin
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
Coochie
I get coochie
I get