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judior - yoda lyrics

yoda lyrics
[chorus: judior]
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 ass (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)

[verse 1: judior]
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+gga 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

[chorus: judior]
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 ass (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)
[verse 2: judior]
i’m not a terrorist, i’m not a murderer
big ass 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+gga 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+gga got k!lled, 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 k!llers 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 k!lled 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
[chorus: judior]
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 ass (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)

[outro: judior]
i got all of my check n+gga (woo)
i got i got my check n+gga (woo)
i got all of my check n+gga (woo)
i got i got my check n+gga (woo)

- judior lyrics

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