Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ms. Gravystone , by - Yung Gravy. Release date: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ms. Gravystone |
| We still on for karaoke? |
| Dope |
| I’m gonna rock you on the mic so hard, your ears are gonna bleed gravy |
| Catch you on the flip |
| Gravy got the juice, got the sauce, he got everything |
| You can’t top it off, no |
| Gravy bring the weed, roll the blunts |
| We be over here smoking on some loud now |
| Baby Gravy, I was grocery store flexing |
| But then I saw a baddie in the vegetable section |
| Ayy, booty game vicious |
| Couldn’t find the gravy so I gave her some assistance |
| Gravy approached me |
| Said his flow so nasty |
| Them girls they drop their panties, uh |
| But he be mackin' on their mama’s |
| Making enchiladas wit the extra guaca, uh |
| Yeah I usually go for mommas |
| But this chick sang like Madonna |
| So you know I had to holla |
| Like a balla, got guala |
| Pulled up on this baddie, got the number and I called her |
| How you do it like that? |
| Finesse the ladies like that |
| Become a family snack, uh, uh |
| The women love you like that |
| Pouring gravy over mash |
| But never turkey we don’t fuck with that |
| Shit, found out she was vegan (Whoa) |
| Now my ass is vegan |
| But sometimes I be sneaking (Whoa) |
| Late night stealthy |
| Hitting up that deli cause you know I’m mighty healthy |
| Vegan bitches everywhere |
| Screaming gravy touch me there |
| Run your fingers through my hair, uh, uh |
| They be busting out the whip, on that mother-daughter trip |
| Threw some dressing in the mix, Gravy |
| First thing told her we should try to keep it low key |
| But then I sang that bitch some Ginuwine on karaoke |
| Her ex pulled up in the camouflage Oakleys (Ew) |
| Have to break it you, you a real bad goalie |
| You deserve a trophy, for being straight baloney |
| I’ve been getting cozy with yo girl watching MOFY |
| Pull up on yo bitch with my snorkel and my floaties |
| Then I hit her with the horizontal hokey pokey, ah shit |
| Gravy got the juice, got the sauce, he got everything |
| You can’t top it off, no |
| Gravy bring the weed, roll the blunts |
| We be over here smoking on some loud now |
| Baby Gravy, I was grocery store flexing |
| But then I saw a baddie in the vegetable section |
| Ayy, booty game vicious |
| Couldn’t find the gravy so I gave her some assistance |