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letra de don julio - young deji

[verse 1: young deji]
getting lost in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?] though
so we make a movie, red light like i’m boosie
remember i’m rocking that motherf-cking gucci
i’m tooted and booted, so i’m ’bout my business
she want me to finish, it’s too many fishes
i’ve been getting c-cky, copy down like digits
can’t hang around none of y’all motherf-cking snitches
you all in the mall, balling with a limit
them diamonds is yellow, looking like it’s p-ssing
keep me a shooter, [?] rich off the [?]
and i know you see me shining hard from a distance
i’ve been going ham, they just wanna be
ain’t none of that cheep, better make your decision
i’ve been going ham, they just wanna be
ain’t none of that cheep, you can make your decision

[chorus: young deji]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
shoes off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
[verse 2: sosamann]
girl, take it off, we step in the house
might stunt on a b-tch, but end up on the couch
my [?] in the loft, i’m hitting hoes like it’s golf
might start in her gut, but end up in her mouth
i got [?] on me, ike [?]
i got chops on me, like [?]
and i’m a dawg, lil b-tch, [?]
these diamonds on me, [?]
i’m a heavyweight, i break the scale
send a lil b-tch like a mail
[?]
you are not gang, so [?]
can’t stand me [?]
big booty b-tch like a [?]
these little n-ggas, they frale
in the studio, i give them h-ll

[chorus: young deji]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
shoes off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
take it off in the studio, got a big booty ho
she sip don julio, call me [?]
[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
f-ck what they say, puffing a j
come to my crib for a couple of days
comfortable place, f-ck you to sleep
don’t gotta leave, if you want, you can stay
joint to the face, now we in sp-ce
started off slow, then we pick up the pace
car win a race, she look amazed
you ain’t a real one, and you can’t relate
but we meet up in the studio
ain’t tryna stress you ’bout who you know
kk [?] i’m full of those
see what you working with through your clothes
just got off of work
time to put in work
say you know your worth
get what you deserve

- young deji

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