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dat way lyrics
[intro: jø.]
i don’t know what i’ve been told
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold
i don’t know what i’ve been told (that way)
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: chowder band$]
packing my bags and got back on the road
young n*ggas cracking the code
pushing the whip like some sh*t that i stole
packing the these shows like i’m packing my bowl
i packed out her n*gga took the pack then i go
moving too fast but, i keep my control
i’m on your ass but, i keep my composure
field it got range but, look small in this rover !!!
i bear witness but, i ain’t jehovah
still telling lies for my guys that be whipping that sh*t moving bricks out the back of that ‘yota
used to want friends, now i want me some closure
n*ggas done changed evеr since i got older
puff of my chest ‘causе my neck carry boulders
b*tch you ain’t mine you can’t cry on my shoulders
nothing but lies in them dreams that i sold her
[chorus: chowder band$]
that* (bullsh*t)
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
that way

[verse 2: jay browne]
we been at your neck like a herringbone
n*gga you ain’t stepping, you a steppingstone
said she want it raw, rolling up a cone
money calling, band$ picking up the phone
when they play your song hear a lot of clones
this an anthem for the bad ratchet hoes
a lot of naked woman sliding down the poles
a lot of naked woman slide
always had racks, god by my side
feel like shadrach stepping out the fire
this the year you all have to pick a side
standing in the middle where you finna die
bullsh*t, that way
get the strap, mac spray
revelations, last days
who’s the goat? that’s jay

[verse 3: kid dre]
i’ve been geekin’ off the void mind, got lost in that sh*t
bought my chick some new tits, now i’m lost in that b*tch
in the abyss changing my pitch
i don’t snitch on gang, n*gga, i don’t switch
get your b*tch, n*gga, she could get hit
put her on a red table, last name smith
f*ck your gang, who you be with
i’ll dry a n*gga off put ’em up like a dish
got ’em on a death*bed now he needing a wish
got a pygmy shorty, suck my d*ck
while she sucking that d*ck, might crash the b*tch
stage dive in some p*ssy hoping it got grip
grip tight like a dyk* man i’m sick of that sh*t
best kiss your mother bye if you messing with the kid (yeah)
i ain’t dying yet but i ain’t living
stacking paper ’til i stack a billion
pray for all my n*ggas and my future children
f*ck them planes, i’m shooting at them f*ckin’ pigeons
[outro: chowder band$]
that way (bullsh*t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh*t)
send them n*ggas stepping
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh*t)
send them n*ggas stepping
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh*t)
send them n*ggas stepping
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh*t)
send them n*ggas stepping
but these p*ssy n*ggas fold
that way (bullsh*t), that way (bullsh*t)
i don’t know what i’ve been told
that way (bullsh*t)
send them n*ggas stepping

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