Judy

Ah, Jesus Christ

Why am I feeling gassed up? Lock her down Judy I don't want to pull my pants up, lock her down Judy Man I'm proud that she a dancer, lock her down Judy I think I'm 'bout to throw them bands up, lock her down Judy

Why am I feeling gassed up? Lock her down Judy I don't want to pull my pants up, lock her down Judy Man I'm proud that she a dancer, lock her down Judy I think I'm 'bout to throw them bands up, bands up

I've hit some notes in songs, but I've never sang once Got some pros in thongs and motherfuckers can't front So I'ma soak in sun and just sit back and hang nuts Or lay up and bang guts, this some shit you can't touch, hey Bazooka Joe, Pookie gonna do it low Sweatpants and a dookie roll truth be told Beaucoup dough, who gon' go outdo me yo No one close, I am numero uno yo

Ah, Jesus Christ, whoo!

Lock her down, Judy, fuck that shit up Go to town, Judy, hmm We are on duty, stylin' on 'em bros Swear to God, Judy, go run your mouth Judy Lock her down, Judy, fuck that shit up Go to town, Judy, hmm We are on duty, stylin' on 'em bros Swear to God, Judy, go run your mouth Judy

I be stuntin' like a motherfucker deep into my forties I ain't touch nobody, I just be orchestrating orgies I don't love nobody, I just be rolling with some shorties Ooh lordy, lordy, bitch, I'll talk a dog off a steak Hold on, time out Semi-colon Bought her a new ass, but she ride it like it's stolen Little baby go to work like a locomotion Set the plan in motion, make a damn commotion

Ah, Jesus Christ, whoo! What the fuck

Lock her down, Judy, fuck that shit up Go to town, Judy, huh We are on duty, stylin' on 'em bros Swear to God, Judy, go run your mouth Judy Lock her down Judy, fuck that shit up Go to town, Judy, huh We are on duty, stylin' on 'em bros Swear to God, Judy, go run your mouth Judy

Little baby go to work like a locomotion Little baby go to work like a locomotion Little baby go to work like a locomotion Little baby go to work like a locomotion