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lirik lagu don who leo – monaleo

[intro]
ay, leo, ay (uh)

[chorus]
get off that don who leo
act a foo*leo (b*tch)
b*tch, i called your motherf*cking phone, that’s how you do me, hoe? (yeah, yeah, uh*huh)
ay, b*tch, don’t let me find out you with a groupie hoe (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 hoe (yeah, yeah, uh*huh)
wake up on a sh*tty vibe, d*mn, i’m a moody hoe (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin’ for me, what? i say who leo (huh?)
sh*t, not me, ay, b*tches’ not me (b*tch)

[post*chorus]
b*tch i got the drip (what?)
sh*t is not cheap (uh*huh)
i just want the green (yeah)
not broccoli (no)
if you got money (money)
then you got me (hey)

[verse 1]
i’m independent, ion’t own n0body sh*t, not even an album (nope)
he wanna get in the middle of me, so i can him malcolm (sl*t)
you don’t wanna no smoke with me, i bring the powder like talcum (ay)
b*tch, don’t get involved cause you not gon’ like the outcome (uh*uh)
i told him i could never love a n*gga he said “how come?” (yeah, yeah, what?)
maybe cause i’m super rich with and without one (dummy)
he tender, he ain’t know he had a match ’til he found one
[chorus]
get off that don who leo
act a fool*eo (b*tch)
b*tch, i called your motherf*cking phone, that’s how you do me, hoe? (yeah, yeah, uh*huh)
ay, b*tch, don’t let me find out you with a groupie hoe (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 hoe (yeah, yeah, uh*huh)
wake up on a sh*tty vibe, d*mn, i’m a moody hoe (b*tch)
b*tches say they lookin’ for me, what? i say who leo (huh)

[verse 2]
n*gga gotta wake me up to head or i’m cheating (dummy)
still got my n*gga at the house, he not leavin’ (uh*huh)
he see me as a pimp (what?)
seeing is believing (okay)
that n*gga took my soul (yeah, yeah)
that n*gga be thievin’ (uh*huh)
doublehand combo, he say that i’m reaching (thot)
one day he eating ass and coochie, next day we not speaking (dummy)
if i come over late at night, b*tch, i ain’t doing no sleeping (sl*t)
he got a really good mouth piece (yeah, yeah)
but he ain’t doing no preaching (uh*huh)

- monaleo

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