Smino – Good Ol Julio Lyrics


[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 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

[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 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

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Oh, Smino, I’m thinkin’ ’bout a lot

Girl, you might be even tweakin’ ’bout it

How she pop, pop, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car

How she pop, pop, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car

[Verse 2]

Your bitch, 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 pussy like a spliff, and diggity-doo

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

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Bro, you might be even tweakin’ ’bout it

How she pop, pop, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car

How she pop, pop, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car