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How We Do
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Hip-Hop/Rap
How We Do was released on August 30, 2024 by Magic Hip Hop as a part of the album How We Do - Single
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Release DateAugust 30, 2024
LabelMagic Hip Hop
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nyukyung
Nyukyung
Programming
Kopy Kat
Kopy Kat
Programming
Rap King
Rap King
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter
Lasana Smith
Lasana Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nyukyung
Nyukyung
Producer
Kopy Kat
Kopy Kat
Producer
Rap King
Rap King
Producer

Lyrics

This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Wraith-like, uh, Impala, uh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none, brother better, run
Beef is on, I'll pop that trunk
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a brother step on my white Air 1's
It's red, rum, ready, here I, come
Compton, uh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks and Master P was sayin', "Uhhhhh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like, "Uhhhh"
I make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a brother wanna stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on the Escalade
Low pro so lookin' like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year, mayne, a brother's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I'll give it to you just how you like it, girl
You're now rockin' with the best
Tre Pound on my hip, Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good, cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cause shit might pop off and when shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
Call me new money and say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
Hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Boosie-ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold Daytonas on a cherry '64
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch, mayne, that ass so low
Cali got brothers in New York ridin' on a hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I'll give it to you just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest
50, Uh, Bentley, uh
Em came and got a brother fresh out the slum
Automatic gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk-ass stunt and you're done
Homie, it's game time, you ready? Here it come
Call Lloyd Banks to get this motherfucker crunk
Took two months but 50 got it done
Signed with G-Unit, had brothers like, "Uhhhhh"
Don't try to front, I'll leave your ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk, get your fuckin' head lumped
50 Got a gun, ready? Here it come
Got a sick vendetta to get this cheddar
Be my Beretta, the drama setter, sip Amaretta
My flow sound better than average
On tracks, I'm a savage, I damage
Any brother tryna front on my clique
G-Unit!
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Curtis James Jackson, J. Taylor, Mike Elizondo
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