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Smino

"Good Ol Julio"

[Intro]
You deserve it n*gga, you the king
You know what I'm sayin', n*gga, you the greatest, n*gga
f*ck you mean, f*ck 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 b*tch 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*tch in that week

[Verse 1]
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*gga buckle his knees
I just might find I give a f*ck and kick the f*ck 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 b*tch 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*tch 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 b*tch, 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 pus*y like a spliff, and diggity-dip
Yeah, snatch up my jimmy, b*tch, I gotta blast like Jimmy Neutron (Gotta blast)
Pass me the Remy, really, I been missin' two of 'em
Rasta pus*y got me feelin' like a new man (Again)
Rasta pus*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

[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 b*tch 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*tch 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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