U-Way (How We Do It) (Remix)

(wodie, shawty, shawty, wodie)　x4
Now this one there that for them country folk
Them heavy chevy ridin players with them hundred spokes
And when i holla shawty shawt i know ya hear me, hoe
And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in for
You and your partner ride a benz, but your endz low
You shake it, we take it, thats how we get it on the blow
You, you wit, thats how we do it shawty, you aint know?
How to get it, willing to risk it with my cashload
We sweepin, really we creepin, i chop you up bro
Me and my ***** dead serious, like facin death row
bout that paper, my ***** serious bout that cashflow
Punk ass, while i be comin straight up out that alto
Atl and new orleans will chop you up, bro
{'{'}chorus}
Now where im from, we say wodie
And where im from, we say shawty
Atl and new orleans
Now how we do it when we do it wodie, (u-way)
Now where im from, we say wodie
And where im from, we say shawty
Atl and new orleans
Now how we do it when we do it shawty, (u-way)
gon slide them thangs out that attic, time ta polish em down
We about to get it krunk, and let the violence go down
****** ducked off in cuts, ****** sittin on top of houses
Pull my gun out like 'what!', ****** run away like cowards
Smoke angeldust, be ridin at night in jags and stuff
And hit a *****, prolly turn into a massacre
Im tellin ya
Please dont play, cause all day i been inhalin blunts
And my whole mind is blown away
I feel like killing stuff {'{'}skurt!}
I pull up in a dropped hummer
And shoot 50 at them c**ksuckers
Say biaatch, it dont, wodie let me get em
Just gimme the word, unless shawty gonna spit em
*****s blessings be with em, cause lil wayne burn ******
Bet them they gon try up for listenin flippin jurn(?) ******
Yall better learn ******, if ya dumb, she cant chea(?)
Represent cash money, for all time, atl.　(atlanta)
We be them boys, have fros with them grills
And we be them boys, who gon show you how it is
From new orleans, to atl, my *****, we let it loose
So watch what you sayin, before we back the tap on you
I got a, teck, its on
From the night to the early morn
Young bloodz, and hot boys, see we gon let this s*it be known
Brother its on, we gone, see we gon hit you with some s*it
To make you bop ya head, and cut the food straight on that *****
Dont be surprised, in time, cause we gon show you how we do it
Cause when we do it, thats how we do it, snizza off that fluid
So get to it, my *****
And dont you fall, my *****
Its attic crew, with cash money, on the rise (rise, rise, rise)
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