Holden Le Dinh - Judy

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

Written by:
Holden Le Dinh

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