作词 : Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian
作曲 : Ari Starace/Nick Seeley
Three hoes on top, what's the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turn three into four when your lady's close
B*tch, 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 d*ck 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' b*tch 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 (B*tch)
Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws, but she call me Moby Dick
20,000 leagues, balls deep in your b*tch (20,000!)
F*ck 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 d*ck a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp
I check my balance it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that p*ssy, 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' b*tch 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, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that p*ssy, 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' b*tch 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!
作词 : Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian
作曲 : Ari Starace/Nick Seeley
Three hoes on top, what's the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turn three into four when your lady's close
B*tch, 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 d*ck 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' b*tch 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 (B*tch)
Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws, but she call me Moby Dick
20,000 leagues, balls deep in your b*tch (20,000!)
F*ck 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 d*ck a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp
I check my balance it's time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that p*ssy, 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' b*tch 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, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I decorate
Exodia that p*ssy, 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' b*tch 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!
