Quavo & Yung Miami – HAOYU DEWDAT Lyrics

HAOYU DEWDAT

Quavo & Yung Miami

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"HAOYU DEWDAT." - Quavo & Yung Miami

Monday, 19 October 2026, 06:49 am

Album: QRÖMELIFE (Extended Version)

Track No: 10

Uh
Woo, woo, yeah
How you do that there? (How you do that?)
How you do that there? (Go, uh)
How you do that there? (Yeah, Quavo)
Givin' 'em too much air
Trappin' out the bando with the who? What? Was
Too much monyun, drip from Milan (Cash, drip)
Pop another— shh, baby, what we doin'?
Spend another rack and, shit, that gon' do it
Thumbin' through the racks, I let her run right through it
If she don't know how to act, I'll get her used to it
Got these bitches goin' crazy, loose screw it, uh
How you do that there? (Yeah, go)
How you do that there? (How you do that? Ooh)
How you do that there? (Go, uh)
How you do that there? (Yeah, Quavo)
Spendin' new blue, somethin' you ain't used to
Check the dashboard, LaFerrari, super coupe
Which bag you want? Chananay or Lou-Lou?
International, merci beaucoup
How you fumblin'? How you losin'? (How you do that? How you do that?)
How she stop poppin'? It's still movin'
Shawty goin', goin', the **** choosin' (Go, they choosin')
All the rich **** want her, she confused (Uh, hey, she gone)
How you do that there?
Uh, how you do that? Go
How you do that there?
Uh, how you do that? Ooh
How you do that there?
Haha, yeah, do that, uh
How you do that there?
Miami
Ain't nothin' changed, put the racks in the tote
Cold-ass bitch, put that shit on the floor
Came out the trenches, yeah, far from broke
Classified vibes, yeah, you wouldn't know
Sexy girl, pull up in that uniform
Buss me down, baby, I'ma play my role
Can't fuck a bad bitch, ****, you too poor
When I put it in his face, yeah, the streets gon' know
Give a **** too much hood
Now he trappin' out the bando with the who? What? Was, who?
Too much monyun, drip from Milan
Take another shot, ****, what we doin'?
Spend some more cash, shit, I just might do it
Thumbin' through the racks, I made him run right through it
He don't know how to act, I'll make him used to it
Got a **** goin' crazy, loose screw it
How you do that there?
Yeah, go
How you do that there?
How you do that? Ooh
How you do that there?
Go, uh
How you do that there?
Yeah
She know I'm after her
I sent the black truck
I give her backstrokes
She start actin' up
She ain't playin' broke
Shawty has stuff
Told her make a list
She went ransom
How you do that?
Richard Millie, Rolex
Private jets, more X
FaceTime, fuck a text
Pull up on me, more sex
Givin' 'em too much air
Trappin' out the bando with the who? What? Was
Too much monyun, drip from Milan (Cash, drip)
Pop another— shh, baby, what we doin'?
Spend another rack and, shit, that gon' do it
Thumbin' through the racks, I let her run right through it
If she don't know how to act, I'll get her used to it
Got these bitches goin' crazy, loose screw it, uh

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Pharrell Williams, Caresha Brownlee, Ronald Banks, Steven Dewayne Carrell, Glen Reid Clifton Jr., George Clinton, Jr., Edward Anthony Green, Craig Lawson, Percy Miller & Nathan Perez.

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