Welcome to Chilis lyrics

[Intro]
Niña, baila la c*mbia sabrosa
Mueve tu cadera y goza
Dame tu boquita que quiero tus labios besar (bbno$)
Que me ha dado—

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
So she got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum-gum
Beat up on that booty like rum-pum-pum-pum
Will not listen to your bullsh*t, nah-nah-nah-nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo' b*tch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo' blunts up, baby, ándale
Let's get lit like it's a holiday

[Verse 1: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
My name is bbno$, let me tell you again
I change the "no" to "yes" and now everybody claims they're my friend
You find the Baby Gravy on the top and we will not descend
I got the pepperoni pizza, Fendi frames and blue cheese lens, yeah
No stains on my white G-Fazos
Wanted twenty mil', turn my sh*t to pesos
Got a billi' when I cucked Jeff Bezos
Hey Alexa, I'm playin' baby, please don't take me off payroll (bbno$)
[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
So she got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum-gum
Beat up on that booty like rum-pum-pum-pum
Will not listen to your bullsh*t, nah-nah-nah-nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo' b*tch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo' blunts up baby, ándale
Let's get lit like it's a holiday

[Verse 2: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Hey, Gravy, hey, Baby, what's good, b*tch?
Every day I wake up and I'm back on my bullsh*t
How come every time I say a word it's some good sh*t?
I was born a Mac, I be on some Fleetwood sh*t
I'ma stay givin' minuscule f*cks
You need aimbot, pus*y boy, a crutch
Gravy Baby stop crime, we Starsky Hutch
Huh, ayy
Star-studded event when I valet park
I think I'm Paul Wall dripped in the rally car
I like a blunt mixed up with some caviar
I like your mom but sh*t, she gave me battle scars

[Chorus: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
Got-got-got that booty poppin' like it's bubblegum-gum
Beat up on that booty like rum-pum-pum-pum
Will not listen to your bullsh*t, nah-nah-nah-nah
Baby Gravy droppin' heat, that rah-tah-tah-tah
Pour yo' b*tch a lil' Courvoisier
Yoko Ono came through with the yay
Roll mo' blunts up baby, ándale
Let's get lit like it's a holiday