Don Who Leo (Blanco & Reposado Remix) lyrics

[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, damn, 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 boobs 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 & Skilla 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, damn, I'm a moody ho (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?" (Huh)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
You get on some drunk sh*t and wanna punch sh*t (Why?)
[I got a bust wrist ?]
You just wanna argue then suck di*k (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, damn, 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 walked 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,)
Big Henny 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, damn, I'm a moody ho (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin' for me, what? I say, "Who? Leo?"