[Lyric] 42s and Babushkas (Hudi)

[Verse 1]
42's and Babushkas
Me and brodi skating down in Greenwich blowing loofas by the Baby Buddha
Reading Comic books and Kama Sutra
Hot coffee and cold noodles
Cali got a real hot body
No medula
I don't even talk if you not tryna talk gouda
I'm up in the heights
Brodi tell you, you basura
You might be the shark bait
Might be the barracuda
Watch your movement

[Chorus]
And I miss you a little bit
Not too much
I'm in my element
Keep it all tucked
I'm going celibate
No more love (yeah)
I miss how the city move under my chucks
Concrete, the medicine made a mean mug
I'm going celibate
No more love for me
No lovе for me
[Verse 2]
Sipping holy water till my eyеs low
I been taking lysol shots since high school
I know
Wave made the bic explode
He pyro
Bet my fame make my ex blow O's
Like tic tac toe
Yes man, don't say no
Can't dance but the bands hit dough see dough
It's exponential
Left home, got grown popping prosecco
And this not all that she wrote

[Chorus]
And I miss you a little bit
Not too much
I'm in my element
Keep it all tucked
I'm going celibate
No more love (yeah)
I miss how the city move under my chucks
Concrete, the medicine made a mean mug
I'm going celibate
No more love for me
[Outro]
And I miss you a little bit
Not too much
I'm in my element
Keep it all tucked
I'm going celibate
No more love (yeah)
I miss how the city move under my chucks
Concrete, the medicine made a mean mug
I'm going celibate
No more-