Correction Paroles Good Ol Julio par Smino

Retour

Paroles

You deserve it n***a, you the king
You know what I'm sayin', n***a, you the greatest, n***a
f**k you mean, f**k you mean
Ooh, huh

Good ol' Julio, it always sneak up (Believe it)
Like a lion off them bushes gettin' hyena (Don't leave it)
The feelin', the high, high, told that b*t*h to ease up (Hahahahaha)
Said, "I don't think it work," and she just rolled her sleeves up
The dope inside my bag when I'm smokin' do-si-do
She dance, oh yeah, she dance, I had to go hokey poke (I, I)
Her friend bought her Perry Louis sneaks (Ooh)
Milan, I thought I might just hit that b*t*h in that week

Focus on me, learn to be lonely (Oh)
All that sh*t I spent, I started spendin' on me
Good time, I spent it on me, five hundred spent on these jeans
She on my buckle, 'boutta make a n***a buckle his knees
I just might find I give a f**k and kick the f**k out his...

Good ol' Julio, it always sneak up (Believe it)
Like a lion off them bushes gettin' hyena (Don't leave it)
The feelin', the high, high, told that b*t*h to ease up (Hahahahaha)
Said, "I don't think it work," and she just rolled her sleeves up
The dope inside my bag when I'm smokin' do-si-do
She dance, oh yeah, she dance, I had to go hokey poke (I, I)
Her friend bought her Perry Louis sneaks (Ooh)
Milan, I thought I might just hit that b*t*h in that week

Yo drop, drop the blunt
Oh, Smino, I'm thinkin' 'bout a lot
Girl, you must be eating tweakin' pie
How she pop, pop, this bih daddy must've been a cop
How she pop, pop, this bih daddy must've been a cop

Your b*t*h, she wanna love me, I can't quite let her leave
I'm conflicted, don't know why I stand alone like my tears (I do)
I like [?], and I roll this up (Leggo)
I smoke the pu**y like a spliff, and diggity-dip
Yeah, snatch up my jimmy, b*t*h, I gotta blast like Jimmy Neutron (Gotta blast)
Pass me the Remy, really, I been missin' two of 'em
Rasta pu**y got me feelin' like a new man (Again)
Rasta pu**y got me feelin' like a new man (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shake it, shake it, shake it like Jamaican, huh
I don't even really know what she be shakin', huh
I swear to God she could even make me Hatian
Could make me Hatian, could make me Hatian

Good ol' Julio, it always sneak it up (Believe it)
Like a lion off them bushes gettin' hyena (Don't leave it)
The feelin', the high, high, told that b*t*h to ease up (Hahahahaha)
Said, "I don't think it work," and she just rolled her sleeves up
The dope inside my bag when I'm smokin' do-si-do
She dance, oh yeah, she dance, I had to go hokey poke (I, I)
Her friend bought her Perry Louis sneaks (Ooh)
Milan, I thought I might just hit that b*t*h in that week

Yo drop, drop the blunt
Oh, Smino, I'm thinkin' 'bout a lot
Bro, you might be even tweakin' 'bout it
How she pop, pop, daddy must've been a cop
How she pop, pop, daddy must've been a cop

clip

Ton pseudo sera publié. Laisses les champs vide pour rester anonyme.