Don Who Leo (Añejo Remix) Lyrics – Monaleo

Ayy, Leo, Ayy (Uh)

Get Off That Don Julio
Act A Foo-leo (B!tch)
B!tch, I Called Your Motherfu*king 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)
Nigga
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 Shitty Vibe, Damn, I’m A Moody Ho (B!tch)
B!tches Say They Lookin’ For Me, What?
Yeah Okay Let’s Go

Don Julio Demon But This Face Look Like An Angel, Nigga (B!tch)
Bad B!tches Gettin’ Drunk (Yeah)
As Fu*k In The Club Grabbin’ Our Ankles, Nigga (Let’s Go)
30 Inches Don’t Tangle (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I’m Taking A*s Pics With The Angles
Huh, Imma Bad B!tch 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)
Whose House?
I Really Run (Whose House?) Shit Like I’m Dmc
Cause I Got These Niggas Lined Up Like The Dmv (Slut)
Okay My House So Motherfu*kin’
(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 (Slut)
Huh The Head Good, He Went To College, ICDC (Thot)
He Wanna Be The Only Nigga, B!tch It Ain’t No I In Team, Come On

Get Off That Don Julio
Act A Foo-leo (B!tch)
B!tch, I Called Your Motherfu*king 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)
Nigga
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 Shitty Vibe, Damn, I’m A Moody Ho (B!tch) (The Biggest, Aha)
B!tches Say They Lookin’ For Me, What? I Say, “Who? Leo?” (Huh?) (Yeah)

Get Off That Don Julio
Act A Foo-leo (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’, You Ain’t Gotta Call My Phone
Ain’t Gone Lie That Puzzy Extra Bald, Look Like 2Pac Owned It
Pfft, See Money Ain’t Nothin’, I’ll Boss A B!tch Up, Yup (Yeah)
Get Spoiled So Much She Mad When Ion Take Her Shopping,
She Mad For Months (Yeah)
I Ain’t Even Gone Lie I’m In The Club Right Now Turnt,
Percs Sittin’ On My Tongue (Woo)
Imma Ahead Ion Want My Girl ’round
None Of These Niggas, Yeah Baby Fu*k ’em
That Shit So Good I Nutted (Woo)
Last Nigga Ain’t On Nun (Yeah)
On 1942, That Julio, This Shit Cost Money (For Real)
On Buku Liquor, I Ain’t Even Gon’ Lie Bae, I’ll Take Honey (For Real)
He Ain’t Fu*kin’ You Right, Bae Fu*k Him
She Ain’t Fu*kin’ Me Right, Bae Fu*k Her

Get Off That Don Julio
Act A Foo-leo
B!tch, I Called Your Motherfu*king 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
Nigga
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 Shitty Vibe, Damn, I’m A Moody Ho (B!tch)
B!tches Say They Lookin’ For Me, What? I Say, “Who? Leo?”