Judy Lyrics

It's like we fuckin' when her hands drip drop

Slide down to my waistline

Gettin' face time

Oh my

She's fine would you mind if I find time

To maybe, to maybe

Wine n' dine you up

When I need ya the sound of your voice is enough

But you ain't speak yet

Like maybe you callin' my bluff

I think maybe you callin' my bluff

I got issues I got baggage

I got million dollar habits

I found love out in the A

East Atlanta some would say

At the lake house where we laid out

Cried my face out

Knowin' this shit could be over any day now

I got million dollar habits

I found love out in the A

East Atlanta some would say

At the lake house where we laid out

Cried my face out

Knowin' this shit could be over any day now

Ooh la la la la ooh

La la la la ooh

La la la la ooh ya ay ya

Ooh la la la la ooh

La la la la ooh

La la la la ooh ya ay ya

Big thot drop it to the bassline

Lookin' like she scared to overdo it just in case I

Take that pussy and abuse it in your face I

Like to recycle and reuse it don't waste none ay

Lip lockin' in the club wanna know how it taste

Shit talkin' double up

Both titties in my face

Ay ay ay ay ay

Oh my god I'm amazed

Yeah my side thang gotta booty

Chewin' on that shit like juicy, fruity ay

Scrollin' DM's getting choosey

Bitches gettin' judged like judged like Judy, yeah

I'm drippin' I'm whippin' I'm sippin' I'm saucy

Swerve

I'm hittin' a lick got this shit from my mommy

Yerr

Yeah my side thang gotta booty

Chewin' on that shit like juicy, fruity ay

Scrollin' DM's getting choosey

Bitches gettin' judged like judged like Judy, yeah

I'm drippin' I'm whippin' I'm sippin' I'm saucy

Swerve

I'm hittin' a lick got this shit from my mommy

Yerr

It's like we fuckin' when her hands drip drop

Slide down to my waistline

Gettin face time

Oh my

She's fine would you mind if I find time

To maybe, to maybe

Wine n' dine you up