(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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[chorus]
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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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[chorus X2]
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U-Way (How We Do It) (Remix)
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