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how we do it - shoreline mafia lyrics

[intro: montell jordan]
this is how we do it

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
dance, twenties, fifties, hunnids
i’m a dope dealer baby i be countin’ money (countin’ racks up)
and like you other n*ggas all my n*ggas really thuggin’
can [?] i was never into thuggin’
what you mean she ain’t got it? (she ain’t got it)
we ain’t f*ckin’ now she got
i need money outta pockets (outta pockets)
you ain’t growing then n*gga stop it
if i got it i’ma pop it, i’m in neiman’s with my rocket
.30 hangin’ off my off*white denim
n*gga’s patek tickin’ and they feelin’ like some children
h*lla wavy baby, real n*ggas in the building
i’m tryna break your back, i ain’t really with the building
stealin’, robbin’, we want all the problems
count a couple thousand then i stuff ’em in my wallets (countin’ racks up)
rich, made, i get money in six ways
these n*ggas switch lanes they [?] gang

[chorus: fenix flexin]
this is how we do it
it’s friday night
i pour three lines
the codeine’s here on the westside
so i reach for my liter then i pour it up
designated driver take the keys not my cup
pop some xans now i’m faded
count a hunnid bands up like n*gga yeah we made it
[verse 2: fenix flexin]
big body benz (skrt)
you can’t see through my [?]
i’ve been creepin’ while you sleepin’
finna shoot you and yo mans
i mix molly with my hand
i get geeked up, count my m’s (off the mollies)
if a n*gga run up on me pull this .30 out my pants (okay)

[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
just got a big joint rolled up (rolled up)
my own liquor what i pour in my cup
i don’t got six b*tches, i don’t show up
seen the diamond chain, they go nuts
brought ten bottles, i don’t think it’s enough
we run out like [?] more in the trunk
n*gga talk down then a n*gga get snuffed
lotta joints gettin’ rolled, lotta cones gettin’ stuffed
i told my jeweler “freeze my wrist up”
wanna keep on the team then she gon’ need cuffs
cartier frames and my ap bussin’
realest in the game, know it ain’t no question
h*llo b*tch, you don’t dress like me
lowkey wanna be just like me
i can pull up in a fresh white tee
guaranteed every b*tch in the party want me
pull up sittin’ low in my seat
smokin’ on kk like a g
bad b*tch ride with me, she a freak
smokin’, drinkin’, going hard all week
let’s go
[chorus: fenix flexin]
this is how we do it (haha)
it’s friday night (uh)
i pour three lines
the codeine’s here on the westside
so i reach for my liter then i pour it up
designated driver take the keys not my cup
pop some xans now i’m faded
count a hunnid bands up like n*gga yeah we made it

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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