[Intro]
There's a Judas priest called uh - uh, turbo lover, (okay), well I call this turbo gravy, it's a spoof on that, and it's basically taking gravy to the next level
Gravy train
[Verse 1]
Gravy on your bitch, no worries
Look at my wrist, snow flurries
Tryna get a feature better hurry
Your momma make a real nice curry
Now I'm cookin; now I'm fuckin cookin
Gravy in the kitchen now everybody lookin
Just pass a boy a spatula
2018 you might see me on the bachelor
[Chorus]
I don't make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin
Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins
I don't make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin
Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins
[Verse 2]
Uh, your aunt like me cuz I'm ticklish
Roll up to her crib and she give me all the licorice
I been a menace, yeah I been a menace
Gravy all time most wanted by the dentist
Treat your main bitch like lettuce
Treat your main bitch like lettuce
I treat your main bitch like lettuce
Cover up the booty with the dressing
Might be ranch or might be Italian
Pull up to the party in the Maserati Stallion
Ooh baby, that's horsepower
Lather up your lady with the gravy in the shower
Smelling like flowers; flexing after hours
Hit your bitch with the one man Eiffel Tower
There's a Judas priest called uh - uh, turbo lover, (okay), well I call this turbo gravy, it's a spoof on that, and it's basically taking gravy to the next level
Gravy train
[Verse 1]
Gravy on your bitch, no worries
Look at my wrist, snow flurries
Tryna get a feature better hurry
Your momma make a real nice curry
Now I'm cookin; now I'm fuckin cookin
Gravy in the kitchen now everybody lookin
Just pass a boy a spatula
2018 you might see me on the bachelor
[Chorus]
I don't make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin
Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins
I don't make songs bitch, Gravy make hymns
Lit with ya bitch, got the Ronnie and the Gin
Drip from the whip, so you know I'm taking wins
Pillow fight with your bitch, shirts vs skins
[Verse 2]
Uh, your aunt like me cuz I'm ticklish
Roll up to her crib and she give me all the licorice
I been a menace, yeah I been a menace
Gravy all time most wanted by the dentist
Treat your main bitch like lettuce
Treat your main bitch like lettuce
I treat your main bitch like lettuce
Cover up the booty with the dressing
Might be ranch or might be Italian
Pull up to the party in the Maserati Stallion
Ooh baby, that's horsepower
Lather up your lady with the gravy in the shower
Smelling like flowers; flexing after hours
Hit your bitch with the one man Eiffel Tower
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