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Andy Mineo

Genres: Hip-Hop

Judo Lyrics - Andy Mineo

In my mind, you taste like a promise 

And I'll talk when we're honest 

I wear them in my eyes 

In my mind, the leopard's speak to honor 

A rusting in the armor 

And no one should be blind 

In my mind 

 

The first, the last 

I got the moves like Jag 

I'm cursed with swag, ain't nothin' worse than that 

That hurt, that tax, they tryna take like half 

Y'all TSA, get your hand up out of my bag 

Look, my dad, my dad 

I still ain't call him back 

My pad, my pad, a pen bought me that 

Then I spaz, I spaz, in your comment section, I black 

My bad, my bad, my account must've got hacked 

Ayy, I know you know you mad, I admit it, ayy 

'Cause I ain't text you back but I tweeted, ayy 

Yeah, my bro, I know that you had to see it 

'Cause you send emoji faces all mad to myDM 

Look, your t-shirt got rock 'n' roll 

You don't listen no rock 'n' rollI' 

m 'bout peace like adios 

My shirt off, that's soccer goals 

Runnin' track, vĂ¡monos 

All Adidas on me 

Oh, you holier than thou? 

Aight, tell Jesus on me 

 

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Judo chop, judo, judo, judo chopstick, ayy 

Judo chop, judo, judo, judo dropkick, ayy 

Judo chop, then I judo, judo chopstick, ayy 

Judo chop, then I judo, judo chop (chop) 

 

Ayy, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi (that lo) 

Streets of L.A., baby, now you up on SoLa 

Johnny, I never ever sold my soul out 

Look like Eazy in that low-ride, yeah (skrt, skrt, skrt) 

I'm first, I'm last, in Saint John, that mass 

My neck, my back, I put 'preme on that (skrt) 

My wrist, that wrist, let's make something compact 

My tape, my tape, let's turn that to a plaque(okay) 

My bape, that bape, I'm goin' ape on this track (keep going) 

My wave, my wave, you can't surf on that (keep going) 

Behave, behave, boy, don't you know that you black? 

Okay, I will, when white Jesus come back 

Alright, I took the mark of the hype beast 

Mob with my bro like I'm Isley 

Chances I quit are unlikely 

I leave the mic on a IV 

Stood with the league like it's Ivy 

Let 'em decide, that's O'Reilly 

Up on the five in the five speed 

I pull away if they try me 

Judo chop, judo, judo, judo chopstick, ayy 

Judo chop, judo, judo, judo dropkick, ayy 

Judo chop, then I judo, judo chopstick, ayy 

Ayy, judo, judo chop (chop) 

In my mind, the leopard's speak to honor 

A rusting in the armor 

And no one should be gladIn my life 

 

Photos 

 

They're crazy 

Ayy, judoJudo my chop 

Judo chop 

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