Ayy, Leo, ayy (uh)
Get off that Don Julio
Act a foolio (bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfucking phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, Yeah, Uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (what?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (bitch)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? Yeah, okay, let's go
Don Julio demon but this face look like an angel, nigga (bitch)
Bad bitches gettin' drunk as fuck in the club (yeah)
Grabbin' our ankles, nigga (let's go)
Thirty inches don't tangle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm taking ass pics with the angles
Huh, I'ma bad bitch like my momma (huh?)
Nigga, these good genes like Wrangler (let's go)
Hang the boobs out, so the dudes out
They like, "Let me see" (thot)
Who's house? I really run shit like I'm DMC (who's house?)
'Cause I got these niggas lined up like the DMV (slut)
Okay, my house so motherfuckin' big look like a BNB (yeah, yeah, let's go)
He come off the head and nothing else, can't stick no D in me (slut)
Huh, the head good, he went to college, ICDC (thot)
He wanna be the only nigga, bitch, it ain't no I in team, come on
Get off that Don Who Leo
Act a foolio (bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfucking phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (what?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (yeah, Yeah, Uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (bitch, the biggest)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? I say "Who, Leo?" (Huh?)
Get off that Don Julio
Act a foolio (yeah)
Bet that nigga can't even pay yo' bills (yeah), what you need him fo? (Why?)
Bae, I'm stuck in the studio, I ain't cheatin' (yeah)
You ain't gotta call my phone (at all)
Ain't gon' lie that pussy extra bald, look like 2Pac on it
Shit, money ain't nothin', I'll boss a bitch up, yup (yeah)
Get spoiled so much she mad when I don't take her shopping, she mad for months (yeah)
I ain't even gon' lie I'm in the club right now
Turnt percs sittin' on my tongue (woo)
I'ma ahead, I don't want my girl 'round none of these niggas
Yeah, baby fuck 'em (yeah)
That shit so good I nutted (Woo)
Last nigga ain't on nothin' (yeah)
On 1942, that Julio, this shit cost money (for real)
On beaucoup liquor, I ain't even gon' lie, bae, I'll take honey (for real)
He ain't fuckin' you right, bae, fuck him
She ain't fuckin' me right, bae, fuck her
Get off that Don Julio
Act a foolio
Bitch, I called your motherfucking phone, that's how you do me, ho?
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga, pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (bitch)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? I say "Who, Leo?"
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