Forget Me Thots
This should be played at a high volume (b-b-b-bubby!)
Preferably in a residential area
Gravy Train
Woke up in the morning, round six
Two dark bitches on my side like Twix, ay
Little vanilla in the mix
Don't eat ass but I'm still with the shits, ooh
Playing badminton with your sister or your main boo
Riding in the Frisker or the Goddamn Daewoo
Side bitch driving 'cause I'm lit off the Quaaludes
Thanksgiving's Eve, that was just the prelude
Ooh, that's the prelude
Mr. Clean was the debut
Uh, yeah I'm riding in the Daewoo
Wit' ya main boo
(Gravy Train)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender (baby, ye-yeah)
Ooh, shit, Gravy in the building
Hanging with yo' mama 'cause y'all a bunch of children
Uh, I'ma pull up on a MILF
All white Skechers, looking like a DILF
(Brrt, hello?)
Gravy this music got me wet (whoa)
Pulled up to her crib and I said "bet, ass, bet"
Flow so hot you can call me Gravy cajun
Pull up on the scene with 36 Asians (whoa)
Gravy on the aux, got your girl salivating
I'm up in Miami with a team full of Haitians, ooh
Tryna hit up Lil Haiti baby, Pat Swayze
Gravy pull up wit' ya lady
Princess Daisy
My side bitch is 80
Pull up on your daughter like I'm Kevin fucking Spacey
(Holy shit)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender (baby, ye-yeah)
Uh, it's the young Steve Harvey
Pull up on your bitch like I'm fucking Matt Harvey
Gotta say sorry
Honda, fuck a 'rrari
Always got the sauce when I pull up to the party
Gravy on her cheeks like Playboy Carti
Pull up to the club with my whole damn army
Uh, yeah my team real thick
And we all with the goddamn shits, lookin' slick
Bisquick, big tits
Christmas, biscuits
Vicious, dismissed
Brrt, brrt, motherfucker
(Gravy Train)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender, baby, oh yeah
Preferably in a residential area
Gravy Train
Woke up in the morning, round six
Two dark bitches on my side like Twix, ay
Little vanilla in the mix
Don't eat ass but I'm still with the shits, ooh
Playing badminton with your sister or your main boo
Riding in the Frisker or the Goddamn Daewoo
Side bitch driving 'cause I'm lit off the Quaaludes
Thanksgiving's Eve, that was just the prelude
Ooh, that's the prelude
Mr. Clean was the debut
Uh, yeah I'm riding in the Daewoo
Wit' ya main boo
(Gravy Train)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender (baby, ye-yeah)
Ooh, shit, Gravy in the building
Hanging with yo' mama 'cause y'all a bunch of children
Uh, I'ma pull up on a MILF
All white Skechers, looking like a DILF
(Brrt, hello?)
Gravy this music got me wet (whoa)
Pulled up to her crib and I said "bet, ass, bet"
Flow so hot you can call me Gravy cajun
Pull up on the scene with 36 Asians (whoa)
Gravy on the aux, got your girl salivating
I'm up in Miami with a team full of Haitians, ooh
Tryna hit up Lil Haiti baby, Pat Swayze
Gravy pull up wit' ya lady
Princess Daisy
My side bitch is 80
Pull up on your daughter like I'm Kevin fucking Spacey
(Holy shit)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender (baby, ye-yeah)
Uh, it's the young Steve Harvey
Pull up on your bitch like I'm fucking Matt Harvey
Gotta say sorry
Honda, fuck a 'rrari
Always got the sauce when I pull up to the party
Gravy on her cheeks like Playboy Carti
Pull up to the club with my whole damn army
Uh, yeah my team real thick
And we all with the goddamn shits, lookin' slick
Bisquick, big tits
Christmas, biscuits
Vicious, dismissed
Brrt, brrt, motherfucker
(Gravy Train)
All these hoes forget me thots (forget me thots)
It gets hard to remember (remember)
Your girl is a forget me thot (forget me thot)
Return to fucking sender, baby, oh yeah
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Writer(s): Matthew Hauri
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