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Ballin records no what I'm saying
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Home Bass Entertainment
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69 Boyz and Beelow ya heard me
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This how we say it down here, wooday
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Wuz up all my woodays, ha, ha, ha
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Let's show 'em how we do this here thing down south
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Chorus repeat 2x
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Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY!
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Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY!
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You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY!
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday
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Verse 1: Beelow
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Whoa now its Beelow ballin' hard and bezzeled out
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Big bodies all the time even shine with the lights out
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Flipping bees daily, You baller blockin' but can't fade me
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Gotta make 'em holla wooday every time the DJ played me
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Ain't no thanking me, that's how we bring it down south
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In the pen and black on with the grills in mouth
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Ghetto millionaire, done bought my hoes a platex
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Done hooked up with the 69 boyz be got damn
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Just bought a new suburban cause I like the way it look
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When I play with them assassyn's you gone say its off the hook
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Wooday that's how I talk unt ugh that's what we say
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Big bodies how we ride and platinum is what we play
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Three thousand out the shoot, mean mugging is hollin what
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Ya boy on fire I'm not P but I lights it up
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So when ya'll be hollin' shawty, its cool now what you say
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Way down south we scream wooday
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Chorus repeats 2x
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Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY
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Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY
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You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday
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Verse 2:
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Jumping out the game whoa
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What about a hundred or better
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Flossin' in them bodies make yo girl get wetter
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You ain't no better when I'm doing when I do what I do
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Scream whoa to them hoes then I'm knocking them boots
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I ain't tripping unt ugh that's how we do it down south
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Three chunks in our pocket with them golds in our mouth
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Hoes get on them blocks, got 'em hotter than Wayne
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That's how I'm coming up in this game so I'm doing my thang
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Chorus: repeat 2x
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Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY!
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Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY!
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You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY!
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday
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Verse 3: G-Money
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We be down like 4 flat vogues on gold d's
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Willie and Beelow, but we needs mo cheese
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Pull some hoes like grass get mowed down
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Cause like ballin cheese we be laying them hoes down
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See we don't be playing round my nigga we all out
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Get 'cha head in the Mercedes we ball out
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When the 9 is in this its bout G-Money and Beelow
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But now its bout 69 and Beelow
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And we tight like Betty and Fred enough said
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A million, ha, nigga that ain't enough bread
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You ain't heard we bread, down south we cost mo
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Independent soldier KNOW! We floss mo
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From Florida to the ATL out to the Bu
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Me and all my woodays is stoned out for the new
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And everytime you see us we beam we on shine
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Home Bass is ballin forever we gone grind
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Chorus repeats 4x
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Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY!
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Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY!
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You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY!
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday
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Wooday
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