Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is How We Do, artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 07.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Is How We Do |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| Got one more minute, hold that call |
| Two drunk players leaning on the wall |
| Three crazy niggas screamin, «alcohol» |
| Four more niggas claimin' that they ball |
| Five bartenders and they all want leave |
| Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves |
| Seven dyked broads and they all look rough |
| Eight niggas hollerin', «don't fuck wit us» |
| Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth |
| Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about |
| Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club |
| Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs |
| Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes |
| Fourteen police reading niggas they rights |
| Fifteen minutes on interstate-10 |
| At the strip club, we gon' do it again — whoa |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades |
| Mami know my name, niggas know I don’t play |
| Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade |
| Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze |
| Early birds don’t play, makin' drops in the spots |
| We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock |
| Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop |
| We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock |
| Laid Back on them 23s |
| Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? |
| (Hello) |
| You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated |
| Porsche trucks, Infinity graded |
| Gotta give props to the man that made me |
| Red Gold, I start it went crazy |
| As for this stuntin? |
| niggas, stay in y’all places |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas |
| I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this |
| I do you, but never ever him |
| He is a wimp, and you is a pimp |
| Then she goes down, to my brown |
| One eye, big guy, hear that sound? |
| Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops) |
| Turn everything off bruh |
| Check out my outfit (music resumes) |
| I’m in the club smokin' buds with my thugs |
| Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub |
| I’m walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge |
| She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub |
| (that's nothin' lil' one) |
| I’m in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy |
| The yellow-gold stealth, faded |
| Got the chrome, nigga, plated |
| Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out |
| This how we do it, where I’m from |
| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun |
| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist |
| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid |
| (Fade To End) |