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Mark Jones - How It Goes Down Lyrics



Mark Jones - How It Goes Down Lyrics




Mark, can you even hear yourself speaking
And you cannot even send a proper birthday wish message to me
Instead, we talk about coming down here
So if I may ask, you just want to bomb into my management

I'm a rider
I'm talking about money and the hoes
My two favorite things is that pussy and the dope
She like, come and f*ck me down, daddy

I'm like, she had been it over
Let me hit it from the back, baby
Never lacking, had that blick right next to me
Hit her with the bang, bang

Now she resting in peace
When she wake up, I'ma roll her over and hit it again
She like, I love you, baby
I'm like, you know what time it is

You must be stupid if you think I won't lock the fade
Fighting over hoes, I'm pulling up a cage
Ran up on me, big mistake, nigga
I've been shooting up this house every day since, nigga

Don't know why, mi vida loca
Jenga, puta, mi vida loca
It ain't no hate, nigga
Nowadays, bitches ain't date, nigga

Cash out
Your body banking, baby
I love it
Come and grab me, baby

We thugging
Money blowing, baby
We balling
F*ck them suckers

They just mad because we all in
Your body banking, baby
I love it
Come and grab me, baby

We thugging
Money blowing, baby
We balling
F*ck them suckers

They just mad because we all in
I'm from the block
Wearing thugs
We trust it

Where the bitches don't want to f*ck us
Because they say we talk too much
Where the hustlers be sitting on the floor of the mill
Off the phone, shoot moves, take a meal, order the wheel

We door dashing, niggas
You know that
We store cashing, niggas
You know that

We've been sitting on meals before rap
Drop a bag, niggas
Where the cash at
They say money make the world go round

Where I'm from, nigga, money make the girl go down
Money make your friends turn to enemies
It make your bitch f*ck your man for a tender piece
This is just how it go down

Who the f*ck stepping on your toes now
You got to let a nigga know, dawg
Sometimes you got to go and f*ck a motherf*cking hoe, dawg
Your body banging, baby

I love it
Come and grab me, baby
We thugging
Money blowing, baby

We balling
F*ck them suckers
They just mad because we all in
Your body banging, baby

I love it
Come and grab me, baby
We thugging
Money blowing, baby

We balling
F*ck them suckers
They just mad because we all in
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Mark, can you even hear yourself speaking
And you cannot even send a proper birthday wish message to me
Instead, we talk about coming down here
So if I may ask, you just want to bomb into my management

I'm a rider
I'm talking about money and the hoes
My two favorite things is that pussy and the dope
She like, come and f*ck me down, daddy

I'm like, she had been it over
Let me hit it from the back, baby
Never lacking, had that blick right next to me
Hit her with the bang, bang

Now she resting in peace
When she wake up, I'ma roll her over and hit it again
She like, I love you, baby
I'm like, you know what time it is

You must be stupid if you think I won't lock the fade
Fighting over hoes, I'm pulling up a cage
Ran up on me, big mistake, nigga
I've been shooting up this house every day since, nigga

Don't know why, mi vida loca
Jenga, puta, mi vida loca
It ain't no hate, nigga
Nowadays, bitches ain't date, nigga

Cash out
Your body banking, baby
I love it
Come and grab me, baby

We thugging
Money blowing, baby
We balling
F*ck them suckers

They just mad because we all in
Your body banking, baby
I love it
Come and grab me, baby

We thugging
Money blowing, baby
We balling
F*ck them suckers

They just mad because we all in
I'm from the block
Wearing thugs
We trust it

Where the bitches don't want to f*ck us
Because they say we talk too much
Where the hustlers be sitting on the floor of the mill
Off the phone, shoot moves, take a meal, order the wheel

We door dashing, niggas
You know that
We store cashing, niggas
You know that

We've been sitting on meals before rap
Drop a bag, niggas
Where the cash at
They say money make the world go round

Where I'm from, nigga, money make the girl go down
Money make your friends turn to enemies
It make your bitch f*ck your man for a tender piece
This is just how it go down

Who the f*ck stepping on your toes now
You got to let a nigga know, dawg
Sometimes you got to go and f*ck a motherf*cking hoe, dawg
Your body banging, baby

I love it
Come and grab me, baby
We thugging
Money blowing, baby

We balling
F*ck them suckers
They just mad because we all in
Your body banging, baby

I love it
Come and grab me, baby
We thugging
Money blowing, baby

We balling
F*ck them suckers
They just mad because we all in
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Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Mark Jones
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