Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gravy, artist - Myke Bogan
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Song language: English
Gravy |
Do more than fight when they come and take it |
It’s more to life than a fuckin paycheck |
But I’m still on the shelf with no frame flying stealth with no shame and I’m |
still putting wealth before fame |
And that will never change in the same they always forget to mention |
That It seems my passion may overcome my intentions now attending classes I’m |
hoping that they in attendance |
And make sure that you niggas stay attentive and pay attention |
I’m sensing that I’m high I guess it’s best to fes up |
Excuse me but my ride has just arrived in Tesla |
And I’m kinda in rush I be hard to touch and I’m With a black and Asian chick |
eating pho prolly finna fuck |
You fill your cup when you thinking is the pain over |
The morning tough when you drinking thru a hangover |
The bitches rate it say I’m sort handsome |
When from a South Dakota basement to a Portland mansion |
Now focused I’ll take advantage that’s if all need be |
More broken than lense pieces while tom peepin |
More bingin than shot seekin and raw seaweed |
More wisdom than Rafeeki in dasheiki |
It’s funny when I grind hard and hold on to keef |
Punchin every time card so gone the trees |
Funny how this broke nigga hang on to dreams |
Or maybe dreams hold on to me |
I never went to school, I always laid in bed, thinking bout gettin famous, |
thinking bout getting head |
This beat is way too crazy to not say something gravy to not say something wavy, |
would disrespect the wave |
Baby, ironic how Im out of shape, flexed up mixed the (?) kinda outfit with the |
bape, hot as pizza out the oven cheese falling off the plate |
Slow paced, bet I move like sonic for the cake though |
Hoe, he ain’t no this and that and the other, bet I get this pair of gucci |
goggles I can fuck her |
On the westside know there’s bout to be some trouble, gettin no sleep just |
thinking about the bubble |
Pop, then we did it, celebrate life when pops left for prison, watch my life |
with the popcorn, shit is lit, than a bitch |
Shit I ain’t finna finish |