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[Jclay - Chorus] Ima show you how it's done son Ima show you how it's done Ima show you how it's done son Ima show you how it's done Ima show you how it's done son Ima show you how it's done Ima show you how it's done son Ima show you how it's done Ima show you how it's done son Do it then Ima show you how it's done Do it then Ima show you how it's done son Do it then Ima show you how it's done Do it then Ima show you how it's done son Do it then Ima show you how it's done Do it then Ima show you how it's done son Do it then Ima show you how it's done Do it [Jclay - Verse 1] Pull up to the party, all spotted my audi, barbies on my body Broads be like God lee Sorry to these shawties tied up to these sorries Get with Jelani I'll be your hobby Apologies I'm hardly tardy but this party started when I department shopping for offices for the Slip officers But I'm obviously right place, right time cuz I'm opposite the right face, right mind. Set. So I'm buying if you don't mind, yes Bar nuts? And she on mine, let's Link up Like we online, bet That's how I does it Something like a oven 400 or above it Better covet your beloved My hand up it like a muppet Keep her comin causing ruckus Smack it up flip it Rub it grub it, hol up I be that one the one that never runs But runs the ones that run from frustrations at sums outweighed by no income Succumbs to life of crumbs Searching for fun in rum like bums in slums that's dumb, ummm Whatever cluck it, these chicken little niggas got it comin, worried bout the skyfall when they on the ground running, Life's about respect man, you gotta earn something If you don't learn nothing [Chorus:] [Supreme - Verse 2] I'ma show you how its D. O. N. E a lot of you niggas pockets is empty you dogging out women like they was benji attempting cracking my code nigga I divinchi but heres what you do build you a crew with skills in the field of killin the booth real when they spill what they live no fibs yeah yeah it'll be more ill with the truth. Yah now back to the boss green in my pockets like its packed full of moss haters wanna to put a nigga back to the cross cause I'm fresh like the christ in them sandals he flauce. Yah I got bars for days maybe that's the reason I got cars for days maybe that's the reason I got broads for days. You can't make it in this heat penny hardaway. Yah that's why I laugh at you niggas if you try to brag I show this cash to you niggas thinking that you wrecked well let me crash on you niggas and you moving kind of slow that's why I dash on you niggas yah I'ma show you how its dun son have ya girl cheering for me with her pum pums all because you niggas softer than some wonton I'm coming forest so I think you better run run. [Chorus:]
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