Lời Bài Hát Patrice – Yung Gravy
Shit, man, I got gravy on my bitch
Gravy on yo bitch
Gravy on my coffee
Gravy on my jean shorts
Gravy on your fuckin’ chiropractor
Gravy on my biscuits, logically
I mean shit, man, you’d think it’s Thanksgiving
Ayy, posted with your thot
Gravy just came in hot, goodness
She real thirsty gotta hydrate
Dark skin, so my eyes gotta dilate
My girl foreign, man, I think I might migrate
I was just flexin’ on Myspace
Ayy, posted with yo Godmother
I was just flexin’ like a scrub under cover
Ayy, bitch, it’s Mr. Clean also known as Mr. Butter
Shit, it’s Yung Gravy he a wavy motherfucker
Don’t like me then your name is probably Tucker (Tucker)
And you probably a trucker
And you probably ugly (ugly)
My side bitch call me Yung Bubbly (Bubbly)
She always gimme bubble baths
Got too many hoes it got me doin’ fuckin’ math
Bitch, I pull up with the potion (splash)
I come through smooth like lotion
(Feels so real and my mind won’t let go)
My hook shot wet like the ocean
Whole team lit ’cause Gravy got the potion
Ayy, posted with your female
Yeah I just finessed her over e-mail
She think I’m real charmin’
Gravy gonna get up in that ass like Charmin
Side bitch named Carmen
Shit maybe it was Karen back of the McLaren
Pull up real quick with the R Kelly blarin’
Word to Bobby McFerrin
Uh, don’t worry be happy, my hair so nappy but your mama call me papi
Guess I’m kinda like your grandpa
Pull up make it hot like Tampa
Thick like a panda
Man, that’s what I need
Come through fertilize your bitch like a seed
I finessed your mom before I learned how to read
Gravy pull up bad bitch stampede
Bitch, I pull up with the potion
I come through smooth like lotion
(Feels so real and my mind won’t let go)
My hook shot wet like the ocean
Whole team lit ’cause Gravy got the potion
I pull up drop top when I bag her
Your mama wanna lay on my eggo
Man, I’m spittin’ hot fuega
Chillin’ with latinas, you can call me Diego
I just got a hundred for a feature
Almost hit your bitch but she look just like a creature (ugh)
Pull up to your sisters, girl its nice to meet you
We out at little Caesars, Gravy on my pizza (ooh)
Shit, man
You know this gravy shit isn’t some weird fuckin’ sexual metaphor
Your bitch legitimately has top shelf gravy on her hands, face and knees
I mean shit, you would think it’s Thanksgiving
I might have hit it last week but right now we’re just eatin’
It’s Mr. Clean, huh