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(Lil' Keke) |
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Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie........ |
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<verse 1>(Juvenile) |
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My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron |
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My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown |
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What I see now the game ain't for me to be in |
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So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?) |
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Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings |
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Cause niggas trippin' they really think that they could win |
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I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around |
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I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me |
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(Baby)(Lil' Keke) |
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Wodie, platinum pieces increases |
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Nigga we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season |
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Fuck dapters,Clappin season |
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Nigga wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season |
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I'm the motherfuckin' shot caller |
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CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money |
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We cooking bacon,fuck the bullshit we money makin |
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Bitch nigga daughter breakin' |
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Put yo money on the table playboy |
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You can't fake it (Wodie) |
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How we luv that? |
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<Hook>(Metalic Voice)<In Background Lil Keke> |
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<Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie.....> |
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(These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it |
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These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it |
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These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it |
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These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it) |
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<Verse 2>(Turk) |
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I just don't give a fuck either I live or I die |
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Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why |
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Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen, |
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Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself |
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When I come and get ya |
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When I'm full of that dope nigga,I'ma split ya |
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Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day nigga whatever |
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Light or daytime it really don't matter |
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I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho' |
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I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust nigga |
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When I start Firing |
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(Lil' Keke') |
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Wodie,Woody,Wodie |
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All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis |
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Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis |
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Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's |
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And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me? |
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Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns |
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Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out |
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When I come around ,I know a scene wit bassment |
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Strictly paper chasing |
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Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters |
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With tha tasting its (?) Blue or Gold or better its whatever |
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Creeping the pen-a freestyle |
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Thats a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile |
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If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake |
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Lil' keke and the Hot Boys |
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We some worldwide players from the dirty south |
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Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye |
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This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed |
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And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga |
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Woody Wodie Woody....... |
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<Hook 2x> |
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(Shake it mama |
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Shake it papi 4X) |
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(This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys 8x) |