Don Julio Nights (Shake That)

Yea
Yea
Yea
She a real bad lil hottie
Yea
Yea
Baby just shake that body
Baby, just shake that thing for me
Fucking with the spill
She gone shake for free
Baby ima dog right off the leash
1942, got her slippin off her feet
Baby not a vegan
She know how to eat meat
Back of the Maybach, do it no teeth
Ice on the "Don", put my life on freeze
Ice on the charm
Make a bad bitch leak
Spinning off the "Don"
Had to take a seat
All these bad bitches
Why they grabbin on me
Baby cause the racks
Hundred pack, blue cheese
Talk A good game
Really she gone see
Say I look young, had to show ID
Bottles keep coming, real MVP
Way that you moving
Only one I see
Way that you do it
Only one I need
Girl fessed up
Too turned, she A demon
Heard that she be swiping
Everything up In Neiman
Heard that I was trapping
Out the rental, that's a Beamer
She a real hottie
Lil' bad, mamacita
Popping rubber bands
Cashing out, like it's nothing
See it, then I cop it
It aint really no discussing
Young nigga balling
Silly niggas, be bluffin
Truck robotic, hop inside
Then push a button
Baby body fit
Ass fat, trying to rump it
Last nigga, goof
She ain't really want to fuck with
Sharking for the dollars
I be outside hunting
Valentino kicks
Burberry on the fleece now
She be on my dick
When she see me, pull the gram out
Ain't nomore no Bally
Red bottoms, Got to stand out
Pussy niggas broke
Why they looking for A handout
She always snapping pictures
Geeked up, when we hang out
Keep huns in the safe
Go back out that Wraith
She want to go
Wherever I say go
Chanel on her bag
Cartier her face
First time fucking on shawty
Now she out here, thinking she my boss
Call A young nigga, late night after hours
When you, trying to get tossed
"Tired of the lames
Now she fuck with A boss
See in your eyes
I know, you want to go
Want to roll up, I got the drugs
Yea lil' baby, come take A dose
Fuck off the percs
No I'm not fucking slow
You trying to spin off
Then baby lets go
Tell me forreal
Girl what is you on
Im about the money
The Hunchos don't fold
I could do bad
Doing good on my own
I mix the za, with the "Don"
In my zone
Dog off the leash
This bitch said, "get A bone"
Run up the digits
Count racks with my "Holmes"
Least seven digits
When talking on phones
Freaky lil' bitch
Suck me up, on the phone
No I do not tell her, "leave me alone"
I'm picking up
When she calling, on the phone
Need it, right now
That pussy is golden
Im doin A hundred
Right now, on the road
I'm knocking it down
Right after the show
Baby, just shake that body
Baby, just shake that thing for me
Fucking with the spill
She gone shake for free
Baby ima dog right off the leash
1942, got her slippin off her feet
Baby not a vegan
She know how to eat meat
Back of the Maybach, do it no teeth
Ice on the "Don", put my life on freeze
Ice on the charm
Make a bad bitch leak
Spinning off the "Don"
Had to take a seat
All these bad bitches
Why they grabbin on me
Baby cause the racks
Hundred pack, blue cheese
Talk A good game
Really she gone see
Say I look young, had to show ID
Bottles keep coming, real MVP
Way that you moving
Only one I see
Way that you do it
Only one I need



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