Judy - Intellectual

Why am I feeling gassed up? Lock her down Judy

I don't want to pull my pants up, lock her down Judy

Man I'm proud that she a dancer, lock her down Judy

I think I'm 'bout to throw them bands up, lock her down Judy

Why am I feeling gassed up? Lock her down Judy

I don't want to pull my pants up, lock her down Judy

Man I'm proud that she a dancer, lock her down Judy

I think I'm 'bout to throw them bands up, bands up

I've hit some notes in songs, but I've never sang once

Got some pros in thongs and motherfuckers can't front

So Ima soak in sun and just sit back and hang nuts

Or lay up and bang guts, this some shit you can't touch

Bazooka Joe, Pookie gonna do it low

Sweatpants and a dookie roll truth be told

Beaucoup dough, who gon' go outdo me yo

No one close I am numero uno yo

Ahh Jesus Christ

Lock her down Judy, fuck that shit up

Go to town Judy, hmmm

We are on duty, stylin on 'em bros

Swear to God Judy, go run your mouth Judy

Lock her down Judy, fuck that shit up

Go to town Judy, hmmm

We are on duty, stylin on 'em bros

Swear to God Judy, go run your mouth Judy

I be stuntin' like a motherfucker deep into my forties

I ain't touch nobody, I just be orchestrating orgies

I don't love nobody, I just be rolling with some shorties

Ooh lordy lordy bitch, I'll talk a dog off a steak

Hold on, time out

Semi-colon

Bought her a new ass but she ride it like it's stolen

Little baby go to work like a locomotion

Set the plan in motion, make a damn commotion

Ahhh Jesus Christ, what the fuck

Lock her down Judy, fuck that shit up

Go to town Judy, hmmm

We are on duty, stylin on 'em bros

Swear to God Judy, go run your mouth Judy

Lock her down Judy, fuck that shit up

Go to town Judy, hmmm

We are on duty, stylin on 'em bros

Swear to God Judy, go run your mouth Judy

Little baby go to work like a locomotion

Little baby go to work like a locomotion (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

Little baby go to work like a locomotion (burn the house down)