Magic chords and lyrics - YUNG GRAVY

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[Verse 1]
[D]Oh- oh- oh- oh, oh- [Em]oh-
[D]oh-[F#m] oh[A][B]
It's [G]Jason Rich, [D]baby[A][D]
Oh, baby

[Verse 2]
Gravy get near, your [D]bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
shit is fantastic

[Verse 3]
Pull up on a bitch and get steamy [D]Think
I'm Houdini,
lookin' like a genie (ayy)
Got that sauce, Fettuccine, Gravy so creamy,
wrist so gleamy (ayy)
Shit, I'm in it,
eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy get near, your career get finished

[Verse 4]
I'm like open [D]sesame,
[F#m]now your bitch right ne[D]xt to me
Pipe up, [F#m]that's my destiny,
[D]call that shit finnessery, baby
Ooh, that's a flex, [Em]do a little tr[D]ick,
now your [A]bitch is your ex
[D]Heard my voice,
now she tryna have [A]s- (whoa)
Flexin' on ya too com[D]plex, baby

[Verse 5]
Ala- [D]ka- fuckin- zam
I'm like, "Bitch,
who is your mans?"
Abracadabra with these hands
Hit your bitch with the shazam

[Verse 6]
Gravy get near, your [D]bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
shit is fantast[A]ic
[D]Pull up on a bitch and get steamy Think

[Verse 7]
[D]
I'm Houdini,
lookin' like a genie, baby
Got that sauce, Tortellini, Gravy so creamy,
wrist so gleamy (ayy)
Shit, I'm in it,
eatin' that goddamn spinach
What a bad bitch, she finished
Gravy gettin' near,
your career get finished
I'm so [F#m]sorry that I had to

[Verse 8]
[D]end it
Gravy served it [G]up,
like I'm [D]playin' fuckin' tennis
2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate
Gravy took your bitch,
that's a fuckin' epidemic (crazy)
Hear the bird call,
and your bitch come hither
Your bitch in my line,
and the goods get delivered
Pull up and I splash like a
motherfuckin' river
Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver

[Verse 9]
Gravy get near, your [D]bitch disappear,
I call that shit magic (whoa)
She was your B, now she with me,
ain't that shit tragic? (Baby)
Gravy get close, you get comatose,
that shit automatic (whoa)
I'm catchin' spells, you takin' L's,
shit [G]is fantastic[A]
Bum- bum- bum- [D]bum,
[A]bum[D]- bum- bum- bum