Текст пісні Don Julio - Pee Wee Longway

Don Julio

Don Julio\nAyy, where the ice at?\nPour me up, where the cup at?\nRoll, roll, roll me up fat\nAyy, matter of fact, margarita me\n(And Kino, he, he magical on this shit)\nI just took a shot of Don Julio\nI just caught that vibe, she let me fuck right in the studio\nHold on, bitch, quit actin', bitch tryna play her favorite movie role\nAsked me, «Can we get high? Then I gave that bitch a Tootsie Roll\nTwo shots to the head\nI been poppin' beans, take them bitches just like meds\nTold my barber I don’t need no cut no more, I’m thinkin' 'bout growin' dreads\nI used to trap with a big bankroll, the shit too big for a kodak spread\nChasin' the money, put the steaks on hold, I can get full off a jailhouse spread\nTwo shots of the jukio\nCcatch the pack like Julio\nDrop on a bitch like I’m Big Poppa, might need an OG Coogi, ho\nBeat the bitch to the beat in the studio (Beat it up)\nI put the boot in her bootyhole\nNow she gon' act, she got a good movie role\nI fucked off a slice of the Dominos\nBitch gave me head, one slice of the Dominos\nBitch talkin' Creole, she say she from Pompano\nTrap house sit in the cut on the rocky road\nI get the pot, skrrt-skrrt, then Rocko\nI fucked a RiRi like A$AP Flacko\nI done spent two hundred racks on a pothole\nI took the Bentley Bentayga, the new shit competin', Aventador, you is on\ndouble date\nMy driveway look like an interstate\nYou can D’usse, then we clockin' that 108\nOn the Julio, I catch a vibe, I jump in that pussy, beat it like an 808\nOn a bean and I’m sippin' on Julio, I rink that shit and it tastes just like\nlemonade\nI asked that lil' bitch who her friend is, I’m tryna turn into a renegade\nI just took a shot of Don Julio\nI just caught that vibe, she let me fuck right in the studio\nHold on, bitch, quit actin', bitch tryna play her favorite movie role\nAsked me, «Can we get high? Then I gave that bitch a Tootsie Roll\nTwo shots to the head\nI been poppin' beans, take them bitches just like meds\nTold my barber I don’t need no cut no more, I’m thinkin' 'bout growin' dreads\nI used to trap with a big bankroll, the shit too big for a kodak spread\nChasin' the money, put the steaks on hold, I can get full off a jailhouse spread