
How I Do It Loski & D-Block Europe
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[Intro]
Rise and shine
[Chorus: Young Adz & Loski]
Whippin' in my Gucci sandals, it's how I do it
Send a ten out of ten ho straight to the bando, it's how I do it
Had a country with a bad ho, she talk fluent
Bro beat that drum like a banjo, we into it, yeah (Yo)
Excuse me, miss, I need love, I ain't new to this
They talk, we ain't provin' shit
G-Lock, brrt, booting's quick
Who's that there? Remove them tints, we won't pimp that whip
Where's that boy? Ain't seen him since
You don't like the way I live (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Adz & Loski]
She like my savage persona
Bro got the hammers from Holland
Blow a quarter mill' in no time, spend like there's no tomorrow
Might give a young nigga more money than Warner
Hit from the front 'cause it's warmer
She lovin' the style, it's a rich nigga aura, rich nigga aura
Kennington veteran pourin' up medecine, I been a hazard to yutes
Look at my darlin', she cute (Skrrt, skrrt)
Better by the day fi true
Ski dem live, that's mazza (Let's go)
Bring out your hammer and crash it, ride and move (Muh)
I'm still a fashion driller, Amiri killer, hit and I'm killin' her too
Can't get robbed for my ting, that's awkward (No), wait
Real bad boy, who you foolin'? (Haha)
I ain't on none of that bullshit, make a boy jump out his Jordans
All of that talk is borin'
W-B, we ballin (W-B)
From where we come, it's lit
Never give half to a bitch, I love my wife, I put her in all that drip
Rise and shine
[Chorus: Young Adz & Loski]
Whippin' in my Gucci sandals, it's how I do it
Send a ten out of ten ho straight to the bando, it's how I do it
Had a country with a bad ho, she talk fluent
Bro beat that drum like a banjo, we into it, yeah (Yo)
Excuse me, miss, I need love, I ain't new to this
They talk, we ain't provin' shit
G-Lock, brrt, booting's quick
Who's that there? Remove them tints, we won't pimp that whip
Where's that boy? Ain't seen him since
You don't like the way I live (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Adz & Loski]
She like my savage persona
Bro got the hammers from Holland
Blow a quarter mill' in no time, spend like there's no tomorrow
Might give a young nigga more money than Warner
Hit from the front 'cause it's warmer
She lovin' the style, it's a rich nigga aura, rich nigga aura
Kennington veteran pourin' up medecine, I been a hazard to yutes
Look at my darlin', she cute (Skrrt, skrrt)
Better by the day fi true
Ski dem live, that's mazza (Let's go)
Bring out your hammer and crash it, ride and move (Muh)
I'm still a fashion driller, Amiri killer, hit and I'm killin' her too
Can't get robbed for my ting, that's awkward (No), wait
Real bad boy, who you foolin'? (Haha)
I ain't on none of that bullshit, make a boy jump out his Jordans
All of that talk is borin'
W-B, we ballin (W-B)
From where we come, it's lit
Never give half to a bitch, I love my wife, I put her in all that drip
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