Mr. Clean

[Intro: Yung Gravy & The Chordettes]

(Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Gravy

(Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Mr. Sandman bring me a dream (Bum bum bum bum)

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (Bum bum bum bum)

Give him two lips like roses and clover (Bum bum bum bum)

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

[Verse 1]

Gravy make it splash like Pippen

Shit that’s nothin' (Splash)

Everybody call me Big Pimpin'

No, I ain't bluffin'

I'm with your mom in the kitchen

Makin' blueberry muffins (Mm)

Must be Thanksgiving

'Cause your bitch want the stuffing

[Chorus]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Verse 2]

Gravy, he be clean like Windex (Woo)

Just hit your mom with my index (Woo)

And yo bitch look like a pinhead

All my haters, they be skinheads

Pissed off 'cause they wife is they sister

And Yung Gravy just kissed her (Hot damn)

Pull up on the scene

Cause a wet dream I might need a submarine

If you got the beef I turn yo ass to smitherines (Uh)

Yo bitch looking scary I thought it was Halloween

Gravy, he be clean like some fucking Listerine (Uh)

But I smooth it out like a jar of Vaseline

Shit

Posted with a MILF and her name is Charlene

Errybody wonder how she got the hygiene

It's all thanks to Mr. Clean

[Chorus]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Verse 3]

Gravy, he be clean like Colgate (Ayy)

White MILF Charlene that's my soulmate (Ayy)

You ain't got a bitch I might donate (Ayy)

Slide in the DMs with the snowflake (Ayy)

Talkin 'bout your girl my favorite topic

You can't even see me, you would think I'm microscopic

Gravy ballin' out like the fuckin' Flint Tropics

Turn these bitches on 'cause I'm really good at Bop-It

Clean in, clean out

Pullin' up drop top Viper (Ayy)

Had to steal yo bitch (Uh)

Finessed it like I'm Swiper (Ayy)

So much bread gotta get my fiber

Gravy, he be cleaner than your windshield wipers (Uh)

Your step-mom made me a pie

You can call me the Pied-Piper (Sheesh)

I don't eat the booty, I ain't even gotta say it

But I'll eat my girl's ass if she had a bad day (Ayy)

Gravy don't play

Bitch I'm at the bakery, them donuts gettin' glazed

Stay with three hoes like it's the holidays

Stuck to the bread, you would think I’m mayonnaise (Goddamn)

Shit I'm so God damn clean, got me feelin' like I'm Billy Mays

(Holy Shit)

[Chorus]

Mr. Clean

Gravy why your flow so mean?

Mr. Clean

Pull up with my whole damn team

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

Mr. Clean

[Outro: Ice Cream Taster]

Cover all 9,000 taste buds

Aerate it

Warm it up

Driving up

That top note

That cream

Pure vanilla

Sweeteners

Mmm, that's a ten