Lyrics:  
I got mad dough, bake it into rolls cuz I'm on one
 I go hard like Cialis from Dallas to Philadelphia to Washington
 I got that sick shit, like diarrhea 
Good luck tryna figure me out, you'd have better luck with a table from Ikea
 Swedish meatballs
 Look at these balls 
Testes so big, like Carnegie hall 
Not about that petty shit, you could say I freefall
 I push the envelope, ramp it up, like skeeball 
 Chorus: 
This is how I do 
Aint nobody fuckin with my crew, cuz this is how i do 
One Maybach wasn't enough so I got 2
 I rhyme sublime lime, aight I'm a fruit 
I'm the shit, you aint even poop 
Yea my rhymes dirty, like muck
 I bust a rhyme I bust a nut, make it real quick like buzzcuts
 Makin bills with these hedge fund trust nuts
 I knock em out like uppercuts
 I'm a purebred you bitch mutts
 Hate to drop a conjuction, but fuck 
You fuck with me, you get fucked up
 I make it rain, you best bring a cup 
While you're at it bring a straw, you can suck it up
 And bring your bitch, she can suck my nuts
 Young Hickory new sensation, lightin up beats
 Gamma radiation 
Rhymes so stupid, no education 
Mixtapes makin earthquakes like Haitian 
I'm bringin that maximum output, that next level
 My accolades they deserve a medal 
I deflower that bitch you can't even handle a single petal
 I think it's settled
 I'm the #1 name I one-up the game 
Shit, you can call me 3 chainz
 Bitch I'm the be all, the end all, the alpha, the omega 
The playa the playa-haters is always hatin' on 
The playa the ladies is always masturbatin' on 
Yea you know I'm always on that pussy like a thong
 Take a listen to this musical concoction
 Rock shit, blow your mind, pull the trigger 'fore I even cock it 
Lemme show you how I do, cuz I know you might be new to the game Maybe you aint heard my name 
J to the izzle my rhymes hot like fajita sizzle, they dont stop 
They never fizzle out 
And I never gave a shit about all the other rappers who had a doubt That I could bust a rhyme, rock the mic, keep my shit tight 
Now you know how it's done right 
All them haters hatin' 
Go figure 
Try bein' white, writin' rhymes without the word-
 Chorus: 
This is how I do 
Aint nobody fuckin with my crew cuz this is how I do 
One Maybach wasn't enough so I got two
 Finna wild out for the weekend
 Finna ship out some seamen
 Finna whip hard in my new benz 
Toss out Benjamin Franklins 
Spout some real shit 
Spit-spittin' 
Pop that pussy 
Kit-kittens 
Get that paper 
Win-winnin' 
My baby sit on my face
 Baby sittin'
 I wipe my nose with Versace and wipe my ass with Gucci
 I'm the top dog, fuck those other poochies 
I'm invincible, them other rappers crumble like bleu cheese
 Pucker up, kiss your ass goodbye
 Smoochies 
Chorus:
 This is how I do
 Aint nobody fuckin with my crew cuz this is how I do 
One big booty bitch wasn't enough so I got two

This Is How I Do

Rap about US history by the freshest spitters in the game 
Lyrics:
 Call me young hickory I got that racks and shit 
Fuck that 
Old Hickory I'm on that Jackson shit
 I bust trusts like I bust nuts 
William Taft stuck with bitches in the bath tub 
Slip on these shackles bitch cuz I own ya
 I got paper like Harrison got pneumonia  
Call me a great lake I'll Rush-Bagot ya
 No need for steam ships I got flow, uh 
Chorus: 
A P U S History 
I'm going in hard like specie circular 
 My rhymes so cray you can call me Daniel Shays
 I'm ghost like Swayze 
Navy blockade 
1812 with England I'm a lone wolf
 I don't fucks with entangling alliances  I'm triumphant I'm finna finna kill this shit  
Call me Ironsides I can take a hit 
 Independence Day yeah I'm finna finna get lit up 
Scorched earth policy burnin shit up sea to shining sea manifest destiny
 get enlightened John Locke, I'm the muthafuckin key to the history rap game 
Young Hickory - remember the name, I'm talkin bout
 Chorus
 We smokin that Dutch like we in stipulation
 I'm handin over New York like articles of capitulation 
I make Rockafeller look poor, big dick leave her wantin more
 Don't fit in her hand, call that the civil war 
Anaconda Plan
 Think I'm the fuckin greatest? 
You ain't alone
 I'm talkin Albert Fall, mad Teapot Dome
 I get head-right?
Indentured servant style 
Man, shut the fuck up - Zenger Trial
 Dubois: 
Free my semen Emancipation proclamation
 no condom, call that birth of a nation
 Normandy shore, 1944 
we be stormin beaches bitches be stormin my breeches
 Man I'm on my ho like Germany on France
 She on that Southern front, struggle in my pants
 Battle of the bulge, last German offensive
 This is the end of the song
Hope that was comprehensive

Young Hickory

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