作词 : Matthew Hauri/J.C. Crowley/Peter Beckett

作曲 : Matthew Hauri/J.C. Crowley/Peter Beckett

Any kind of fool could see

There was something in everything about you

(Gravy Train)

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

B*tch

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh)

Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy)

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh)

Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy)

I went to the store for some chocolate-flavored milk

Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF

All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas

She was purely interested in giving me the business

Pretty sure I was like twenty when it happened (Flex)

Speakers playing Marvin Gaye, so I started snapping

All of a sudden mama had her *ss clapping

We were in the aisle with the paper and the napkins (Ooh)

I was mesmerized by the way that it was shaking

Looked down at her cart and all she had was bacon (Oh)

Oh sh*t, I think she want some breakfast

But out the corner of my eye I saw my f**kin' dentist

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh)

Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy)

Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh)

Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy)

I went to the store for some chocolate-flavored milk

Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF

All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas

She was purely interested in giving me the business

Guess it turned out that my dentist was her wife

Same dentist I had already piped thrice (Woah)

I'm not trying to pull up on your wife, girl, I promise

But it's starting to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (Oh)

I was thinking about that masterpiece by R. Kelly

When suddenly my dentist started rubbing on my belly (Oh)

Looked down at her cart, she had the biscuits with the jelly

That's the time that Gravy hit a threesome in the deli (Huh)

Gravy got racks, and my baby got back

(Gang, gang, gang)

Serenade your b*tch on the sax (Huh)

No slack in my mack, y'all better relax

At my crib (Ba-da-da-da), scented candles with the dirty sprite

R. Kelly playing while I lay that pipe

Ba-na-nuh-nuh-nuh

Posted with your b*tch all night (All night)

I pull up with that pipe

I might

Pull up on your b*tch, pull up with them sh*ts

I might

(Gravy Train)