Patrice

作词 : Yung Gravy

作曲 : Yung Gravy

[Introduction: Yung Gravy and The Chordettes]

(Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Gravy

(Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Mr. Sandman bring me a dream (bum bum bum bum)

Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen (bum bum bum bum)

Give him two lips like roses and clover (bum bum bum bum)

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

[Verse 1]

Gravy make it splash like Pippen

shit that’s nothin’ (splash)

Errbody call me Big Pimpin’

No, I ain’t bluffin

I'm with your mom in the kitchen

Makin’ blueberry muffins

Must be Thanksgiving

Cuz your b***h want the stuffing

[Hook]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Verse 2]

Gravy, he be clean like Windex (wooh)

Just hit your mom with my index (wooh)

And yo b***h look like a pinhead

All my haters, they be skinheads

Pissed off cuz they wife is they sister

And Yung Gravy just kissed her (hot damn)

Pull up on the scene

Cause a wet dream I might need a submarine

If you got the beef I turn yo ass to smitherines (uh)

Yo b***h looking scary I thought it was Halloween

Gravy, he be clean like some ****ing Listerine (uh)

But I smooth it out like a jar of Vaseline

Posted with a MILF and her name is Charlene

Errybody wonder how she got the hygiene

It’s all thanks to Mr. Clean

[Hook]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Verse 3]

Gravy, he be clean like Colgate (aye)

White MILF Charlene that’s my soulmate (aye)

You ain’t got a b***h I might donate (aye)

Slide in the DMs with the snowflake (uhuh)

Talkin ‘bout your girl my favorite topic

You can’t even see me you would think I’m microscopic

Gravy ballin’ out like the ****ing Flint Tropics

Turn these b*****s on cuz I’m really good at Bop-It

Clean in, Clean out

Pullin up drop top Viper

Had to steal yo b***h

Finessed it like I’m Swiper

So much bread gotta get my fiber

These Balenciaga nigga you shopped at Zara

Your step-mom made me a pie

You can call me the Pied-Piper (sheesh)

I don’t eat the booty, I ain’t even gotta say it

But I'll eat my girls ass if she had a bad day (aye)

Gravy don’t play

B***h I’m at the bakery, them don**s gettin glazed

Stay with three hoes like it’s the holidays

Stuck to the bread, you would think I’m mayonnaise

(Hot Damn)

shit I’m so God damn clean got me feelin’ like I’m Billy Mays

(Holy shit )

[Hook]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Outro: Ice Cream Taster]

Cover all 9,000 taste buds

Aerate it

Warm it up

Driving up

That top though

That cream

Pure vanilla

Sweeteners

Mmm, that's a ten