No Way Jose

No Way Jose - Yung Gravy/bbno$/BABY GRAVY

Lyrics by：Matthew Hauri/Alex Gumuchian

Composed by：Ari Starace/Nick Seeley

Three h*es on top what's the ratio

Might overdose on

Turn three into four when your lady's close

It's BG3 that's the way she goes

Shawty think that I'm sexy I'm loveable

Never fumble a bag that's impossible

Shawty broke my playing Whac-A-Mole

I'ma gladiate the like I'm Russel Crowe

Going dumb-dumb

Yeah this gon' pop turn it up some

I'ma scam your 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 bumbum

My stummy hurt before a flight 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

Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist

Shawty got the jaws but she call me Moby d**k

Twenty thousand leagues

Deep in your twenty thousand

A last name I'm the people's champ

I make it rain on these dames make the people damp

Got these like moths and my a lamp

And my work together lady and the tramp woah

I check my balance it's time to celebrate

Drip like Christmas I decorate

Exodia that you know I obliterate

Ballin' with my twin call it shake and bake

Going dumb-dumb

Yeah this gon' pop turn it up some

I'ma scam your 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 bumbum

My stummy hurt before a flight 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 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 we the cleanest

She got a big body big body for my Benz

Yeah gravy's on his horny bring your friends

If I then I well

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 I decorate

Exodia that you know I obliterate

Ballin' with my twin call it shake and bake

Going dumb-dumb

Yeah this gon' pop turn it up some

I'ma scam your 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 bumbum

My stummy hurt before a flight I pop a tumtum

I need bread you got crumbs I don't want none

No way Jose