Yung Gravy - Cheryl

Any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
(Gravy Train)
Baby, come back, you could blame it all on me
I was wrong and I just can't live without you (without you)

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (ay)
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (ay)
I went to the store for some chocolate flavored milk
Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF
All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas
She was purely interested in giving me the business

Pretty sure I was like twenty when it happened (flex)
Speakers playing Marvin Gaye, so I started snapping
All of a sudden mama had her ass clapping
We were in the aisle with the paper and the napkins (woo)
I was mesmerized by the way that it was shakin'
Looked down at her cart and all she had was bacon (ohh)
Ooh shit, I think she want some breakfast
But out the corner of my eye I saw my fuckin' dentist

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (ay)
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (ay)
I went to the store for some chocolate flavored milk
Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF
All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas
She was purely interested in giving me the business

Guess it turned out that my dentist was her wife
Same dentist I had already piped thrice
I'm not trying to pull up on your wife, girl I promise
But it's starting to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (ooh)
I was thinking about that masterpiece by R. Kelly (ooh)
When suddenly my dentist started rubbing on my belly (ooh)
Looked down at her cart, she had the biscuits with the jelly
That's the time that Gravy had a threesome in the deli (oh)
Gravy got racks and my baby got back (pancake, cake)
Serenade your bitch on the sax
No slack in my mack, y'all better relax

At my crib
Scented candles with the dirty Sprite
R. Kelly
Playing while I lay that pipe
Fuckin' with your bitch all night
I pull up with that pipe, I'ma
Pull up on your bitch, pull up with them shits, I'ma

(Gravy Train)

Written by:
Matthew Hauri

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