Don Julio Lyrics

Six, six, six, five, four, three, two..

If I ever call you mine just know I mean it

I just keep it in my mind I never speak it

And I keep it in my pocket but it's reekin'

And she always gettin drunk on the weekend

You know I really hate the way you speakin'

Aye talk to me, but nicely

I don't give a fuck if you don't like me

Cause you ain't got no patience

And ain't there no more waiting

She like, what you finna do with what you givin' up

yeah I gave you all my time and I gave you love

They said that time will make you heal but it never does

Don't believe when they say they love me if it's just because

Got me sippin on this drink I'm waiting for the buzz

Got me feeling like I'm Forest waiting for the bus

How you tell me get a grip when you out of touch

Always getting drunk on the weekend

Gotta keep it on me just in case they tweakin'

Always getting drunk on the weekend

Gotta keep it on me just in case they tweakin'

So tell me what you want to

Tryna get me high, but I keep it cool

So tell me what you want to

Tryna get me high, but I keep it cool

Cause you ain't got no patience

And ain't there no more waiting

She like, what you finna do with what you givin' up

yeah I gave you all my time and I gave you love

They said that time will make you heal but it never does

Don't believe when they say they love me if it's just because

Got me sippin on this drink I'm waiting for the buzz

Got me feeling like I'm Forest waiting for the bus

How you tell me get a grip when you out of touch

Always getting drunk on the weekend

Gotta keep it on me just in case they tweakin'

Always getting drunk on the weekend

Gotta keep it on me just in case they tweakin'

If I ever call you mine just know I mean it

I just keep it in my mind I never speak it

And I keep it in my pocket but it's reekin'

And she always gettin drunk on the weekend

I gained consciousness two time I'm that nice

Happy sad logo had to spin it back twice

Nostalgia was alive in the seventh grade

God ain't rest, made me on the seventh day

Wait what, I gotta back it up

Used to pull up in the truck

Now I pull up in that what the fuck

Don't you test the luck, it's all talent

No I can't be managed

I'm in the backseat bullshittin

Another night off the goose sippin

Then it's back to the booth spittin

Dress in full black off a bar spinnin

Take a good girl in the back and she sinnin

Cold with the flows and the shows, god damn

Mr. Solano got hoes like Mr. O the Man

Tell your mama you ain't fucking with a lame one

In art gallerys, tipsy off a Chardonnay, bitch I won

Always been a standout, I'd rather be that guy, bitch yes I'm him

Playing the Weeknd gettin topped off

You can tell your friends, bitch yes I'm him

Spent twenty on this room, from the pieces that I sold

Getting head in the elevator, bitch I'm that bold

The studio medley is deadly

Flow steadily, tapped in mentally

Living in my ex head rent free, bitch you can't stop me

The stogie ain't letting me breathe, hit the inhaler then I gotta leave

Have a meeting with these crackers selling these

Shoot a movie with my bitch, she cold, call me Mr. Freeze

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