| Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
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| I’m a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (Countin' racks up)
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| Ain’t like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin'
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| Can’t bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (Ayy)
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| What you mean she ain’t got it? |
| (She ain’t got it)
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| We ain’t fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (Outta pockets)
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| You ain’t ballin', nigga, stop it
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| If I got it I’ma pop it, I’m in Neiman’s with my rocket (Fire, fire)
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| Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim
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| Niggas politickin' and they feelin' like some children
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| Hella wave, baby, real niggas in the building
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| I’m tryna break your back, I ain’t really with the building (This is how we do
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| it)
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| Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems
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| Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (Countin' racks up)
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| Bitch, made, I get money in six ways
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| These niggas switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came
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| This is how we do it
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| It’s Friday night
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| I poured three lines
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| The codeine’s here on the west side
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| So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up
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| Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup
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| Pop some Xans, now I’m faded
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| Count a hunnid bands up like, «Nigga, yeah, we made it»
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| Big body Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| You can’t see through my tints (Tints)
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| I’ve been creepin' while you sleepin'
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| Finna shoot you and yo' mans
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| I mix molly with my Henn
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| I get geeked up, count my ends (Count 'em off)
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| If a nigga run up on me
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| Pull this thirty out my pants, uh (This is how we do it, okay)
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| Just got a big joint rolled up
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| My own liquor what I pour in my cup
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| I don’t got six bitches, I don’t show up
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| Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts
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| Brought ten bottles, I don’t think it’s enough
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| We run out, I got more in a trunk
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| Nigga talk down then a nigga get snuffed
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| Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed
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| I told my jeweler «Freeze my wrist up»
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| Wanna keep her on the team, then she gon' need cuffs
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| Cartier frames and my AP bussin'
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| Realest in the game, no, it ain’t no question
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| Hello, bitch, you don’t dress like me
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| Low-key wanna be just like me
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| I can pull up in a fresh white tee
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| Guaranteed every bitch in the party want me
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| Pulled up sittin' low in my seat
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| Smokin' on KK like a G
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| Bad bitch ridin' with me, she a freak
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| Smokin', drinkin', going hard all week, let’s go (This is how we do it)
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| This is how we do it (Haha)
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| It’s Friday night (Uh)
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| I poured three lines
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| The codeine’s here on the west side
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| So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up
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| Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup
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| Pop some Xans, now I’m faded
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| Count a hunnid bands up like, «Nigga, yeah, we made it» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How We Do It , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album Mafia Bidness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп