Song Lyrics

(Pour some Gravy on it)
You know, sometimes they ask me, what do I do it for?
You see, I do it for the Jane Fondas, the Michelle Obamas
The Brandi Loves, the Sofia Vergaras (mhm)
The Mrs. Incredibles, ha, the Mrs. Incredibles

Hey, say, I pull up in this bitch, go stupid
Hit the pussy once, now it's love like Cupid (woah)
I'm the youngest Minnesotan makin' movement
Ya bitch chose me cause she with the improvements (baby)
Ayy, pull up to the function, spontaneous combustion (what?)
Gravy 6'6", y'all a bunch of a fuckin' munchkins (ooh)
I ain't touch yo' bitch 'cause she smell like some onions
And there ain't no fuckin' way you see me goin' near that dungeon
Ayy, bitch, I got the sauce like I'm Bob-fuckin'-Evans
Yo' bitch got the slurp like 7-Eleven
I'm gettin' more cake than a thick bitch's weddin'
The beat leave you sweatin', my wrist leave you sleddin' (ayy)

Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Yo' mama on my dick 'cause I look like ya dad
I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Yo' mom tryna date 'cause I look like ya dad

I'm sippin' Prosecco, I'm lookin' perfecto
I just met a thicky, I'm tryna finagle
She l'eggo my Eggo (drip) in the Winnebago
My bitches gettin' thick like Hansel and Gretel (ayy)
Menace like I'm Dennis (ooh)
Naked with yo' bitch playin' tennis
Still fuckin' posted with ya dentist
And I run off with yo' bitch like a run-on sentence
Now I'm drunk jet skiin' with Ellen DeGeneres
This shit goin' brazy, I'm bumpin' the A/C
They sayin', "Hey, Gravy, why you so wavy?
Why you so tasty? Crispy like pastries?"
I don't really know but I think I'm Pat Swayze

Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash (splash)
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got swag, I got pizzazz
Yo' mama on my dick 'cause I look like ya dad
Ayy, I don't got the drip (drip), I got the splash
I don't make rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz
I don't got steez (steez), I got pizzazz
M.I.L.F.s tryna f*ck 'cause I look like a dad (ayy)
I don't got the splish (splish), I got the splash (splash)
I don't fuckin rap, bitch, I make smooth jazz (ooh)
I don't got swag, I'm a dad
Gravy in this bitch with the fuckin' pizzazz

Bitch
(Oh baby, baby)

Matthew Hauri