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How it go Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh Dawson
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Dawson Rodgers
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Luh Dawson - How it go Lyrics
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Hey, f*ck you mane
Who put this thing together
Me that's who
Who do I trust me
Told that bitch she not my hoe Money, I'm about to show
Bruh, can't steal my flow
My shooters stay on go
My bitch really glow
My heart is on froze
Play the game, how it go
(Play the game just how it go)
Rollin' down the 101, bitch I'm not talkin' bout no Zoe
My glocks look like twins, yeah Bitch like Zack and Cody
Why the f*ck these people hatin, on me like Mr Moseby
I've been racking' all this pape, and f*ckin' on the low key
You can't call my phone if it ain't bout bread like you should know me
That bitch tryna throw me, she white just like some snow
How it go
I'm the shit, I'm young and turnt and I'm like bro
Hit the stage, I rock it out and they like woah
I'm gon' be myself forever, that's for sure
She like, yuh-huh, you too cold, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hit it once, and then I pass
Run the bag like I'm in track
Run and shoot him in the back
We been toting mags
Told that bitch she not my hoe Money, I'm about to show
Bruh, can't steal my flow
My shooters stay on go
My bitch really glow
My heart is on froze
Play the game how it go
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English

Hey, f*ck you mane
Who put this thing together
Me that's who
Who do I trust me
Told that bitch she not my hoe Money, I'm about to show
Bruh, can't steal my flow
My shooters stay on go
My bitch really glow
My heart is on froze
Play the game, how it go
(Play the game just how it go)
Rollin' down the 101, bitch I'm not talkin' bout no Zoe
My glocks look like twins, yeah Bitch like Zack and Cody
Why the f*ck these people hatin, on me like Mr Moseby
I've been racking' all this pape, and f*ckin' on the low key
You can't call my phone if it ain't bout bread like you should know me
That bitch tryna throw me, she white just like some snow
How it go
I'm the shit, I'm young and turnt and I'm like bro
Hit the stage, I rock it out and they like woah
I'm gon' be myself forever, that's for sure
She like, yuh-huh, you too cold, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hit it once, and then I pass
Run the bag like I'm in track
Run and shoot him in the back
We been toting mags
Told that bitch she not my hoe Money, I'm about to show
Bruh, can't steal my flow
My shooters stay on go
My bitch really glow
My heart is on froze
Play the game how it go
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Writer: Dawson Rodgers
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