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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 Shawty think that I’m sexy, I'm loveable Never fumble a bag, that’s impossible Shawty broke 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, bro, your girl texted 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, bitch Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy 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 make it rain on these dames, make the people damp Got these hoes like moths, and my dick a lamp SongtexteAnd my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp (Woah) 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 your 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 texted 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, 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 it (Woo) 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 your 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 texted 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 Aus Songtexte Mania