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Beelow - Wooday lyrics
f/ 69 Boyz Ballin records no what I'm saying Home Bass Entertainment 69 Boyz and Beelow ya heard me This how we say it down here, wooday Wuz up all my woodays, ha, ha, ha Let's show 'em how we do this here thing down south Chorus repeat 2x Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY! Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY! You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday Verse 1: Beelow Whoa now its Beelow ballin' hard and bezzeled out Big bodies all the time even shine with the lights out Flipping bees daily, You baller blockin' but can't fade me Gotta make 'em holla wooday every time the DJ played me Ain't no thanking me, that's how we bring it down south In the pent and black on with the grills in mouth Ghetto millionaire, done bought my hoes a play tag Done hooked up with the 69 boyz be got damn Just bought a new suburban cause I like the way it look When I play with them assassyn's you gone say its off the hook Wooday that's how I talk "Unt ugh", that's what we say Big bodies how we ride and platinum is what we play Three thousand out the shoot, mean mugging is hollin what Ya boy on fire, I'm not P but I lights it up So when ya'll be hollin' shawty, its cool Now what you say Way down south we scream wooday Chorus repeats 2x Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday Verse 2: Jumping out the game whoa What about a hundred or better Flossin' in them bodies make yo girl get wetter You ain't no better when I'm doing when I do what I do Scream whoa to them hoes then I'm knocking them boots I ain't tripping unt ugh that's how we do it down south Three chunks in our pocket with them golds in our mouth Hoes get on them blocks, got 'em hotter than Wayne That's how I'm coming up in this game so I'm doing my thang Chorus: repeat 2x Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY! Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY! You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa We be down like 4 flat vogues on gold d's Thrill and Beelow, but we needs mo cheese Pull some hoes like grass get mowed down Cause like ballin g's we be laying them hoes down See we don't be playing round my nigga we all out Get 'cha head in the Mercedes we ball out In the 90's it was bout G-Money and Beelow But now its bout 69 and Beelow And we tight like Betty and Fred enough said A million, ha, nigga that ain't enough bread You ain't heard we bread, down south we cost mo Independent so you KNOW! We floss mo From Florida to the ATL out to the Bu Me and all my woodays is stoned out for the new And everytime you see us we beam we on shine Home Bass is ballin forever we gone grind Chorus repeats 4x Them boyz down south be hollin' WOODAY! Rollin' big bodies and screaming WOODAY! You see a tight girl then holla WOODAY! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wooday |
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