[Intro]
You deserve it nigga, you the king
You know what I'm sayin', nigga, you the greatest, nigga
Fuck you mean, fuck you mean
Ooh, huh
[Chorus]
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 bitch to ease up (Hahahahaha)
Said, "I don't think it work," and she just rolled her sleeves up
The dope inside my backwood 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 bitch in that week
[Verse 1]
Focus on me, learn to be lonely (Oh)
All that shit 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 nigga buckle his knees
I just might find I give a fuck and kick the fuck out his...
[Chorus]
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 bitch 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 bitch in that week
[Post-Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Your bitch, she wanna love me, I can't quite let her leave
I'm conflicted, don't know why I string along like my tears (I do)
I like [?], and I roll this up (Leggo)
I smoke the pussy like a spliff, and diggity-dip
Yeah, snatch up my jimmy, bitch, I gotta blast like Jimmy Neutron (Gotta blast)
Pass me the Remy, really, I been missin' two of 'em
Rasta pussy got me feelin' like a new man (Again)
Rasta pussy 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
[Chorus]
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 bitch 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 bitch in that week
[Post-Chorus]
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
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