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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
J.C. Crowley
J.C. Crowley
Songwriter
Peter Beckett
Peter Beckett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Jason Rich
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Any kind of fool could see)
(There was somethin' in everything about you)
(Baby, come back, (Yeah) You can blame it all on me)
(I was wrong and I just can't live without you)
Can't live without you, bitch
[Verse 2]
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressin' (Ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexin' (Ay)
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressin' (Ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexin' (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 givin' me the business
[Verse 3]
Pretty sure I was like twenty when it happened (Flex)
Speakers playin' Marvin Gaye, so I started snappin'
All of a sudden, momma had her ass clappin'
We were in the aisle with the paper and the napkins (Ooh)
I was mesmerized by the way that it was shakin'
Looked down at her cart and all she had was bacon
Ooh shit, I think she want some breakfast
But, out the corner of my eye, I saw my fuckin' dentist
[Verse 4]
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressin' (Ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexin' (Ay)
Juice, sauce, little bit of dressin' (Ooh)
Ice, wrist, little bit of flexin' (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 givin' me the business
[Verse 5]
Guess it turned out that my dentist was a wife
Same dentist I had already piped thrice (Whoa)
I'm not tryna pull up on your wife, girl, I promise
But it's startin' to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (Oh)
I was thinkin' bout that masterpiece by R-Kelly (Oh, oh, oh)
When suddenly my dentist started rubbin' on my belly (Oh)
Looked down at her cart, she had the biscuits with the jelly
That's the time that gravy hit a threesome in the deli (Ho)
[Verse 6]
Gravy got racks, and my baby got back
Serenade your bitch on the sax
No slack in my mac, ya'll better relax
At my crib, scented candles with the dirty Sprite
R-Kelly playin' while I lay that pipe
[Verse 7]
Fuckin' with your bitch all night
I pull up with that pipe, I'ma
Pull up on your bitch, pull up with that bitch, I'ma
Written by: Yung Gravy
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