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letra de don who leo (blanco & reposado remix) - monaleo

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[intro: monaleo]
ayy, leo, ayy (uh)

[chorus: monaleo]
get off that don julio, act a foo-leo (b-tch)
b-tch, i called your motherf-ckin’ phone, that’s how you do me, ho? (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
ayy, b-tch, 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)
n-gga
pulling cards, b-tch, 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 sh-tty vibe, d-mn, i’m a moody ho (b-tch)
b-tches say they lookin’ for me, what?
yeah, okay let’s go

[verse 1: monaleo]
don julio demon but this face look like an angel, n-gga (b-tch)
bad b-tches gettin’ drunk (yeah) as f-ck in the club grabbin’ our ankles, n-gga (let’s go)
thirty inches don’t tangle (yeah, yeah, yеah)
i’m taking ass pics with the angles
huh, i’m a bad b-tch like my mama (huh?), n-gga thеse good genes like wrangler (let’s go)
hang the b00bs out, so the dudes out
they like “let me see” (thot)
whose house? i really run sh-t like i’m dmc (whose house?)
’cause i got these n-ggas lined up like the dmv (sl-t)
okay, my house so motherf-ckin’ (yeah, yeah) big look like a bnb (let’s go)
he come off the head and nothing else, can’t stick no d in me (sl-t)
huh, the head good, he went to college, icdc (thot)
he wanna be the only n-gga, b-tch, it ain’t no i in team, come on
[chorus: monaleo & sk!lla baby]
get off that don julio, act a foo-leo (b-tch)
b-tch, i called your motherf-ckin’ phone, that’s how you do me, ho? (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
ayy, b-tch, 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)
n-gga
pulling cards, b-tch, 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 sh-tty vibe, d-mn, i’m a moody ho (b-tch)
b-tches say they lookin’ for me, what? i say, “who? leo?” (huh)

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
you get on some drunk sh-t and wanna punch sh-t (why?)
i got a [?]
you just wanna argue then suck d-ck (huh)
you just wanna get drunk, f-ck then get on f-ck sh-t (woo)
i’m a real street n-gga, you know what that come with (what that come with)
why them clothes on? take ’em off ‘fore i f-ck sis (‘fore i f-ck sis)
“drop everything, craig’s in trouble” make me come quick (woo)
you get off that don julio, turn to a ho
all in n-ggas face but complaining ’bout a groupie ho
why the f-ck do you keep getting drunk?
then come tearing my sh-t up, you know that liquor turn you up
you done drove into my truck
i got a hole up in my truck
you a ho but cold as f-ck, and look at me, still tryna f-ck (huh)
[chorus: monaleo]
get off that don julio, act a foo-leo
b-tch, i called your motherf-ckin’ phone, that’s how you do me, ho?
ayy, b-tch, don’t let me find out you with a groupie ho
you gon’ be with 2pac when i come shoot up that studio
n-gga
pulling cards, b-tch, 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 sh-tty vibe, d-mn, i’m a moody ho (b-tch)
b-tches say they lookin’ for me, what? i say, “who? leo?”

[verse 3: anycia]
huh? (pew, pew, pew)
b-tch i’m t’d up (what?)
i walk in the party, my sh-t icy like a freeze cup (okay)
“nyny where you been at?”, i been twerking on my head (wow)
he know i been out wit leo so he acting like a fed (pew, pew, pew)
with his stalkin’ ass (what?)
his b-tch keep starin’ at my bottle with her hawkin’ ass (b-tch)
i’m in a new-new off the juli’ tryna do the dash (pew, pew, pew)
we act a foolio (pew, pew, pew,)
[?] got a n-gga mad, i don’t care who she know (what?)
we act a foolio, clappin’ off don julio (pew, pew, pew)
we act a foolio, clappin’ off don julio (pew, pew, pew, pew)
we act a foolio, clappin’ off don julio (okay)
we act a foolio, clappin’ off don julio (pew, pew huh?)
[chorus: monaleo]
get off that don julio, act a foo-leo
b-tch, i called your motherf-ckin’ phone, that’s how you do me, ho?
ayy, b-tch, don’t let me find out you with a groupie ho
you gon’ be with 2pac when i come shoot up that studio
n-gga
pulling cards, b-tch, 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 sh-tty vibe, d-mn, i’m a moody ho (b-tch)
b-tches say they lookin’ for me, what? i say, “who? leo?”

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