Pizzazz Lyrics

You know sometimes they ask me
Who do I do it for?
You see I do it for the Jane Fonda’s
The Michelle Obama’s
The Brandi Love’s
The Sofia Vergara’s (Mhm)
And the Mrs. Incredibles
Ha, that Mrs. Incredible

Aye so I pull up in this b***h go stupid
Hit the p***y once now it’s love like Cupid (Whoa!)
I’m the youngest Minnesotan makin’ movement
Ya b***h chose me cause she’s with the improvements
Aye pull up to the function
Spontaneous combustion (Splash!)
Gravy 6’6″, y’all a bunch of a fuckin’ munchkins
I ain’t touch yo b***h, cause she smellin’ like some onions
And there ain’t no fuckin’ way you see me going near that dungeon
B***h I got the sauce like I’m Bob fuckin’ Avage
Yo b***h got the slurp like 7-Eleven
I’m gettin’ more kick than a thicc b***h’s weddin’
The beat leave you sweatin’
My wrist leave you sleddin’ (Aye)

Aye, I don’t got the drip (Drip!)
I got the splash!
I don’t make rap
B***h I make smooth jazz!
I don’t got swag
I got Pizzazz!
Yo momma on my d**k cause I look like ya dad
I don’t got the drip (Drip!)
I got the splash!
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I don’t make rap
B***h I make smooth jazz!
I don’t got swag
I got Pizzazz!
Yo mom tryna date cause I look like ya dad

I’m sippin’ Piseco
I’m lookin’ perfecto
I just met a thiccy
I’m tryna fineggle
So leggo my eggo
In the Winnebago
My b***h is getting thicc like Hansel & Gretel
Menace like I’m Dennis
Naked with yo b***h playin’ tennis
Still fuckin’ postin’ with ya dentist!
And I run off with yo b***h like a run-on sentence
Now I’m drunk jet skiing with Ellen DeGeneres
My s**t goin’ brazy
I’m pumpin’ the A/C
They sayin’ “Hey Gravy
Why you so wavy?
Why you so tasty?
Crispy like pastries?”
I don’t really know
But I think I’m Pat Swayze!

Aye, I don’t got the drip (Drip!)
I got the splash! (Splash!)
I don’t make rap
B***h I make smooth jazz!
I don’t got swag
I got Pizzazz!
Yo momma on my d**k cause I look like ya dad
Hey, I don’t got the drip (Drip!)
I got the splaaaash!
I don’t make rap
B***h I make smooth jazz!
I don’t got steam
I got Pizzaaazz!
MILF’s tryna f**k cause a look like a dad
Aye I don’t got a splish (Splish!)
I got a splash (Splash!)
I don’t fuckin’ rap
B***h I make smooth jazz! (smooth jazz)
I don’t got swag
I’m a dad!
Gravy in this b***h
With the fuckin’ Pizzazz!

B***h!
Oh baby Gravyyy!