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Lloyd
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M. Henry
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J. Henry
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E. Chisolm
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Darryl Farris
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T. Gouche
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Christopher Bridges
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Michael "Baby Boy" Henry
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Jason "SUPERKIDD" Henry
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Steve Fisher
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Marquese Kemp
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Gary Lux
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Leslie Brathwaite
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Hahaha, A-Town connection
Lloyd (check), Luda (check), turn it up, make it knock (knock)
East, West, North, South, beatin' on down your block (block)
Lloyd (check), Luda (check), turn it up, make it knock (knock)
East, West, North, South, beatin' on down your block (block)
First off, let me mention I've been missing (but I'm back on the scene)
A-Town in the building, you can feel it ('cause the swagger is mean)
We the ones that made you snap your fingers (and get on the floor)
And now the king is back and I'ma show you how it goes
It gets girls get down on the floor, bet you I can make lil' mama get (low)
You see, 'round here, we got that game and anything else has gotta go
We poppin' bottles, wrapped in models, makin' it rain up in the club (oh)
And, no, this ain't no game, that's just how we 'round my way
Yeah, I know you miss it so I'ma make you feel it
There ain't no other way, that's just how we 'round my way
Get wild, get crunk, get low, ha (ay)
Everybody get on the floor (ay)
When I'm done, I'ma make you say
That's just how we 'round my way
I hit the club, it's 3a.m. (so time to get it started)
No disrespect, lil' mama, I'm tipsy from that other party
For all you haters on me, oh get yourself a drink
When you get this here, I'ma make it clear my level can't be reached
It gets girls get down on the floor, bet you I can make lil' mama get (low)
You see, 'round here, we got that game and anything else has gotta go
We poppin' bottles, wrapped in models, makin' it rain up in the club (oh)
And, no, this ain't no game, that's just how we 'round my way
Yeah, I know you miss it so I'ma make you feel it
There ain't no other way, that's just how we 'round my way
Get wild, get crunk, get low (what up, Gotti?)
Everybody get on the floor (ay)
When I'm done, I'ma make you say
That's just how we 'round my way
This is just how we do it (do it)
This is just how it go (go)
This is just how we slip off the bed and move it on down to the floor (floor)
Oh, Luda's a beast, Luda get to it and put 'em to sleep
Luda got millions of dollars, sold millions of records, and Luda still be in the streets
Geek got all over the beat, 1000 threads all over my sheets, count it
Haters get mad at the boy 'cause they makin they life what I make in a week, count it
ATL, country as hell, strapped every part of the day
It's 22 women to every one man, and that's how we do in the A, hey
Yeah, I know you miss it so I'ma make you feel it (get it, shawty)
There ain't no other way, that's just how we 'round my way
Get wild, get crunk, get low (ay)
Everybody get on the floor (ay)
When I'm done, I'ma make you say
That's just how we 'round my way, ay, hey
Yeah, oh
That's just how we do it 'round my way
Oh
When I'm done, I'ma make you say, hey, yay, yeah
Lloyd (check), Luda (check), turn it up, make it knock (knock)
East, West, North, South, beatin' on down your block (block)
Lloyd (check), Luda (check), turn it up, make it knock (knock)
East, West, North, South, beatin' on down your block (block)
Hahaha
Writer(s): Michael Henry, Lloyd Polite, Christopher Bridges, Davion Farris, Emmanuell Chisolm, Tiffany Gouche, Jason Henry
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