Cuervo Jose

I could write an expose Called "The Things Hoe's Say" Sippin' on tequila Cuervo Jose I grabbed handle, can we drink it all today I know this might seem rando But this all lowercase That means no cap Dumb it down, don't overthink it She want a trinket Right on her finger But I'm not blinkin I move at my own speed Dance to my own beat What people hear, I see The box around my heart icy/I see That's what she told me Man, she be talkin a lot I be zonin in and out Throw om a "Right !" Sometimes I nod I think I might've interrupted When I suggested that we should take shots Pulled out the Cuervo Jose Her eyes opened wide, looked like she was shocked She said, "That's my favorite Don't care if that makes me basic Don't need a drink to chase it Half a bottle, I can face it !" You know what I was thinkin I ain't sayin she lyin, but she bloviatin I told her, "Well, let's start drinkin I got to see it to believe it" She said, "I'll make you a believer" Offended, I didn't believe her Now she got an attitude, she a diva I said, "First, let's order pizza" She replied, "No, I wanna start now" I asked, "Are you sure ?" Looked at me like, wow "You're like a buck fifty if I spot you ten pounds" She said if she had to f*ck to give, she still wouldn't give it, no In her state, it's illegal, but she still ridin windows tinted, whoa Boss shit, awe shit Teasin her, you must have powers, I'ma call you Austin She can take a joke, she said, "Bite me" Cuervo Jose in my system, makes that likely She whispered in my ear, "Ooh, me likey Let's role play, I'll be the inspector Come to check the piping Or maybe you could be a robber Break into my residence You're too big, I couldn't stop you Came to steal my innocence" Be careful what you ask for It will be your ass fault If your ass hit the asphalt Don't walk into the glass door She asked me if I was drunk, took a shot, said "Catch up" So I drowned two, said "It's on you, boo" I wasn't seein two, but I was gettin tipsy I was nine shots in and she was right there with me Shawty, she a trooper She a yabba-dabba-doer She poured a shot, so she the shooter We kept takin shots like sayin "Shoot me" We finished the handle and she couldn't stand up Gigglin like we were watchin some stand-up Slurrin her words, I had it on camera My favorite impression was when she was talkin like a 'bama Oh, Cuervo Jose Got us nice and toasty Said I'm a Mal one, that's why she call me Posty