No Way Jose

(альбом: Baby Gravy 3 - 2023)

Three hoes on top what's the ratio
My overdose on Filet-tio
Turn three into four when your ladies closed
Bitch it's BG3 that's the way she goes
Shawty think that I'm sexy, unloveable
Never fumble a bag, that's impossible
Shawty brew up my dick, playing Whac-A-Mole
I'ma gladiate the coochie, like I'm Russel Crowe

Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this shit gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your bitch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, but your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before I fly, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose

Yeah, my girl's favorite movie probably "Click", bitch
Got the Adam Sandler water boy wrist
Shawty got the jaws, but she call me Moby Dick
Twenty thousand leagues balls deep in your bitch
(Twenty thousand?)
Fuck a last name, I'm the people's champ
I'm making brain on these dames, wake up people, damn
Got these hoes like moths, and my dick a lamp
And my hoes work together, lady on a tram (Whoa)

I check my balance, it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas, bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy, you know I obliterate
Balling with my twin, call it shake it

Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this shit gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your bitch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, but your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before I fly, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose

My lady favorite movie "Madagascar"
And I'm never taking Ls
I'm always right, no NASCAR
If I flop, it's on purpose, I'm a genius
Mr. Clean on my song, bitch, we the cleanest
She got a big body, big body for my bands
Yeah, Gravy's on this moldy shit, bring your friends
If I nut then I nut, there's nothing I can do about it
Baby, that's my bag, yeah, I'm hoping you'll be cool about it (Woo)

I check my balance, it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas, bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy, you know I obliterate
Balling with my twin, call it shake it

Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this shit gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your bitch and your loved ones
If she ain't have kids, I don't want none
No way Jose
Um, I'm sorry, but your girl texting me her bumbum
My stummy hurt before I fly, I pop a tumtum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don't want none
No way Jose