"Don Who Leo" lyrics
Aye
Uh
Aye
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Shit, not me
Aye
Bitches knock kneed
Bitch check out the drip, shit is not cheap
I just want the green, not broccoli
If you got money then you got me
Hey
I'm independent
I don't owe nobody shit, not even an album
He wanna get in the middle of me so I call him Malcolm
You don't want no smoke with me I bring the powder like talcum
Aye
Bitch don't get involved cause you not gone like the outcome
I told him I could never love a nigga, he said how come?
Maybe cause I'm super rich with and without one
He tender, he ain't know he had a match till he found one
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Nigga gotta wake me up to head or I'm cheating
Still got my nigga at the house he not leaving
He see me as a pimp
Seeing is believing
That nigga took my soul
That nigga be thieving
Double hand combo, he said that I'm reachin
One day he eating ass and coochie, next day we not speakin'
If I come over late at night, bitch I ain't doing no sleeping
He got a real good mouthpiece, but he ain't doing no preaching
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Uh
Aye
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Shit, not me
Aye
Bitches knock kneed
Bitch check out the drip, shit is not cheap
I just want the green, not broccoli
If you got money then you got me
Hey
I'm independent
I don't owe nobody shit, not even an album
He wanna get in the middle of me so I call him Malcolm
You don't want no smoke with me I bring the powder like talcum
Aye
Bitch don't get involved cause you not gone like the outcome
I told him I could never love a nigga, he said how come?
Maybe cause I'm super rich with and without one
He tender, he ain't know he had a match till he found one
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Nigga gotta wake me up to head or I'm cheating
Still got my nigga at the house he not leaving
He see me as a pimp
Seeing is believing
That nigga took my soul
That nigga be thieving
Double hand combo, he said that I'm reachin
One day he eating ass and coochie, next day we not speakin'
If I come over late at night, bitch I ain't doing no sleeping
He got a real good mouthpiece, but he ain't doing no preaching
Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio
Bitch I called your motherfuckin phone, that's how you do me hoe?
Aye
Bitch don't let me find out you with a groupie hoe
You gone be with Tupac when I come shoot up that studio
Nigga
Pullin' cards, bitch this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh!
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy hoe
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn I'm a moody hoe
Bitches say they looking for me
What?
I say who, Leo?
Writer(s): Leondra Roshawn Gay, Ayite Dalmeida, Eliahu Jacob Lyandres
