JuDior – YODA Lyrics
Artist: JuDior
Song: YODA
Richard millie home (home), b#tches don’t get in my zone (yeah)
Ice in a bag (ice), baguettes is shine like a moon (hey)
I feel like a yoda (whoa), ain’t f#ck a b#tch in a home (what?)
Drinkin’ a soda (hey), gimme my dior perfume (gimme that)
Your b#tch is a trash (yeah), i give her some dollar in cash (whoa)
Squeeze her #ss (hey), makin’ a party splash (f#ck ’em)
Come sit on my lap (lap), b#tches are throwing me her back (b#tches)
Fanta flavor coke, we all like real black (yeah, woo)
Millie in my hand (yeah), hop out from mеrcedes benz (hеy)
Dirty maybach (dirt), she’s my girl not a friend (whoa)
Gun on my lap (gun), why don’t you got a big bag (hun)
Pull up with shooters and got a lil ice, n#gg# don’t mess with my gang yeah
She’s my biggest fan yeah, b#tch wanna mess with my gang yeah
I’m f#ckin’ sure, she tryna f#ck your man yeah
Big chain yeah, big draco gang yeah
Flop plan yeah, i don’t wanna hang yeah
b#tch got her man, i got millie on my hand yeah
In my zone, i got hoes on my phone (on my phone)
Real thing, i don’t wanna silicone
Big rings, i don’t give ’em to the goons
Richard millie home (home), b#tches don’t get in my zone (yeah)
Ice in a bag (ice), baguettes is shine like a moon (hey)
I feel like a yoda (whoa), ain’t f#ck a b#tch in a home (what?)
Drinkin’ a soda (hey), gimme my dior perfume (gimme that)
Your b#tch is a trash (yeah), i give her some dollar in cash (whoa)
Squeeze her #ss (hey), makin’ a party splash (f#ck ’em)
Come sit on my lap (lap), b#tches are throwing me her back (b#tches)
Fanta flavor coke, we all like real black (yeah, woo)
I’m not a terrorist, i’m not a murderer
Big #ss b#tch, she just wanna f#ck on us
& my lil mama, she don’t like to get a f#ck
If you got headshot, you maybe the one of us
I kept a drac’, and asses are shakin’
n#gg# is flexin’, but jewelry is fake
b#tch wanna play with me, i never brake
They never believe on god, i’m still praying
Got ’em a draco, and they tryna shoot me
n#gg# got killed, in a f#ckin’ jacuzzi
I f#ck a lil b#tch, she f#ck in a 2 piece
They got a draco but don’t f#ck with uzi
All the black haters, i’ll f#ck you in gucci
My mama say, just kept in a lowkey
All you the killers you cannot feel me
I got a weed leaf but i’m not chillin’
You can hurt our body, but can’t hurt our feelings
All people are same don’t matter religion
My lil brother’s not safe, i just wanna keep him
Some of my people fighting from addiction
People got killed on a road it’s not fiction
That is why i always a kept me a hand gun
God made the world they makin’ it jungle
It doesn’t matter you got wraith or a phantom
Richard millie home (home), b#tches don’t get in my zone (yeah)
Ice in a bag (ice), baguettes is shine like a moon (hey)
I feel like a yoda (whoa), ain’t f#ck a b#tch in a home (what?)
Drinkin’ a soda (hey), gimme my dior perfume (gimme that)
Your b#tch is a trash (yeah), i give her some dollar in cash (whoa)
Squeeze her #ss (hey), makin’ a party splash (f#ck ’em)
Come sit on my lap (lap), b#tches are throwing me her back (b#tches)
Fanta flavor coke, we all like real black (yeah, woo)
I got all of my check n#gg# (woo)
I got i got my check n#gg# (woo)
I got all of my check n#gg# (woo)
I got i got my check n#gg# (woo)
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JuDior Lyrics – YODA
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From the album:
YODA [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022