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Good Ol Julio Song Lyrics
Good Ol Julio by Smino [Intro]
You deserve it nigga, you the king
You know what I’m sayin’, nigga, you the greatest, nigga
f**k you mean, f**k 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 b**ch 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**ch 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 nigga buckle his knees
I just might find I give a f**k and kick the f**k 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 b**ch 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**ch in that week

[Post-Chorus]
Yo drop, drop the blunt
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 b**ch, 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, b**ch, 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 b**ch 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**ch 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, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car
How she pop, pop, flippin’ daddy mouth up in the car