No Way Jose Lyrics
Three hoes on top, what’s the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turn three into four when your lady’s close
Bitch, it’s BG3, that’s the way she goes
Shorty thinks that I’m sexy, I’m lovable
Never fumble a bag, that’s impossible
Shorty broke my dick playing Whack-a-Mole
I’ma gladiate the coochie like I’m Russell Crowe
Going dumb dumb
Yeah, this shit gon’ pop, turn it up some
I’ma scam yo’ bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!
Um, I’m sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a Tum, Tum
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 Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws, but she call me Moby Dick
20,000 leagues, balls deep in your bitch (20,000!)
Fuck a last name, I’m the people’s champ
I make it rain on these dames, make the people damp
Got these hoes like moths, and my dick a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp
I check my balance it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy, you know I obliterate
Ballin’ with my twin, call it shake and bake
Going dumb dumb
Yeah, this shit gon’ pop, turn it up some
I’ma scam yo’ bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!
Um, I’m sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a Tum, Tum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don’t want none
No way Jose!
My lady favorite movie Madagascar
And I never take L’s, 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 benz
Yeah, Gravy’s on his horny shit, bring your friends
If I nut, then I nut, well, there’s nothing I can do about it
Baby, that’s my bag, yeah, I’m hoping you’ll be cool about
I check my balance, it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas, bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy, you know I obliterate
Ballin’ with my twin, call it shake and bake
Going dumb dumb
Yeah, this shit gon’ pop, turn it up some
I’ma scam yo’ bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!
Um, I’m sorry, bro, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight, I pop a Tum, Tum
I need bread, you got crumbs, I don’t want none
No way Jose!