Judy Prof

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