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(wodie, shawty, shawty, wodie) x4 |
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Now this one there that for them country folk |
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Them heavy chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes |
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And when i holla shawty shawt i know ya hear me, hoe |
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And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in for |
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You and your partner ride a benz, but your endz low |
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You shake it, we take it, that's how we get it on the blow |
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You, you wit, that's how we do it shawty, you ain't know? |
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How to get it, willing to risk it with my cashload |
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We sweepin', really we creepin', i chop you up bro |
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Me and my nigga dead serious, like facin' death row |
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'bout that paper, my nigga serious bout that cashflow |
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Punk ass, while i be comin' straight up out that alto |
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Atl and new orleans will chop you up, bro |
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{chorus} |
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Now where i'm from, we say wodie |
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And where i'm from, we say shawty |
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Atl and new orleans |
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Now how we do it when we do it wodie, (u-way) |
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Now where i'm from, we say wodie |
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And where i'm from, we say shawty |
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Atl and new orleans |
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Now how we do it when we do it shawty, (u-way) |
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'gon slide them thangs out that attic, time ta polish 'em down |
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We about to get it krunk, and let the violence go down |
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Niggas ducked off in cuts, niggas sittin' on top of houses |
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Pull my gun out like "what!", niggas run away like cowards |
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Smoke angeldust, be ridin' at night in jags and stuff |
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And hit a nigga, prolly turn into a massacre |
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I'm tellin' ya |
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Please don't play, cause all day i been inhalin' blunts |
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And my whole mind is blown away |
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I feel like killing stuff {skurt!} |
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I pull up in a dropped hummer |
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And shoot 50 at them cocksuckers |
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Say biaatch, it don't, wodie let me get 'em |
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Just gimme the word, unless shawty gonna spit 'em |
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Nigga's blessings be with 'em, cause lil wayne burn niggas |
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Bet them they gon try up for listenin' flippin' jurn(?) niggas |
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Y'all better learn niggas, if ya dumb, she can't chea(?) |
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Represent cash money, for all time, atl. (atlanta) |
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We be them boys, have fro's with them grills |
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And we be them boys, who gon' show you how it is |
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From new orleans, to atl, my nigga, we let it loose |
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So watch what you sayin', before we back the tap on you |
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I got a, teck, it's on |
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From the night to the early morn |
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Young bloodz, and hot boys, see we gon' let this shit be known |
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Brother it's on, we gone, see we gon' hit you with some shit |
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To make you bop ya head, and cut the food straight on that bitch |
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Don't be surprised, in time, cause we gon' show you how we do it |
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Cause when we do it, that's how we do it, snizza off that fluid |
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So get to it, my nigga |
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And don't you fall, my nigga |
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It's attic crew, with cash money, on the rise (rise, rise, rise) |
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