Mr. Clean lyrics

[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
sh*t 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 b*tch 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 b*tch look like a pinhead
All my haters, they be skinheads
p*ssed 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 b*tch looking scary I thought it was Halloween
Gravy, he be clean like some f*cking Listerine (Uh)
But I smooth it out like a jar of Vaseline
sh*t
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 b*tch 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 f*ckin' Flint Tropics
Turn these b*tches on 'cause I'm really good at Bop-It
Clean in, clean out
Pullin' up drop top Viper (Ayy)
Had to steal yo b*tch (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
b*tch 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)
sh*t I'm so God damn clean, got me feelin' like I'm Billy Mays
(Holy sh*t)
[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