GHOURLE

ATTA ATTA

0 fans

ATTA ATTA


4:03

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Yeah, I'm doing what the f*ck I want
I say how the f*ck I feel
I'm drunk as shit on a pill
Your life fake, mine real
Bob Barker, let's make a deal
I get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill

Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
I get you shot bout five thousand
Last month could've bought five houses
Opp died and high-fived about it
Nigga broke ain't did shit about it
Tell you what, that ain't my problem

Bitch, hell nah, I ain't got CashApp
I block a bitch on CashApp
Bitch, requesting money through the CashApp
Her booty flat and her head whack
Don't bring it up, girl, dead that

Girl, I forgot I said that
Girl, try to see where your head at
She get better head than auntie
She eat dick like her life depend on it
I hustle like my life depend on it

Pocket look like I got tax money
Bank look like I'm doing wire fraud
Take it out the closet and put it on
I got shorts at my short bitch house
Timbs at my New York bitch house
I got steak at my Texas bitch house

Bitch got three titties from Ohio
We in Cincinnati, then we in Cleveland
White bitch love meth, said she need it
Get that ketamine out my freezer
I let her ball out at Walmart
I let her ball out forever 21
Bitch talking bout she 37
I used to chop at Forever 21
Been 20 years since she was 21
Bitch, I been a savage before 21
I was locked up and turned 21
I was 21 with a 31
I'm going out like Future in my 30
Bitch, like, nephew, you doing me dirty
You called 10 times, girl, I ain't heard it
I ignore your ass on purpose
Ain't no more gas money for you, girl
Guess what? Stop asking me, girl

Bitch got pregnant, call Maury
Call Jerry Springer
Bitch better call Steve Wilkos
Bitch better talk to Dr. Phil
Bitch better go on the Oprah show
This is not no Lifetime movie
Bitch, this a El Chapo movie

Guess what? I'm drinking till I'm dead
Liquor store open, I'm back again
Back to back to back to back again
Liquor store like, God damn

Unc gonna meet me at the liquor store
If it ain't liquor, it's the ABC store
I get drunk, can't say ABC no more
I get drunk, so I'm laying on the floor

Bitch, like, nephew, you gotta chill out
I run out this bitch like, get out
I walk out your life with Dior
Throw it in the trash, bought three more

Who said money don't grow on trees
These blue faces, these ain't leaves
You throwing me off, you starting to lose me
I'm drunk and you getting confusing

Where the car keys, Neph, where you going?
I'm going to the liquor store
Before I'm done, I'm back at the liquor store
Mental GPS on the liquor store

Yeah, just trying to drink my problems away
Bitch, we can die or any day
Girl, I'm drinking till the last day
Bring Hen dog to my deathbed

Girl, it ain't no door dash
Girl, ain't sending no more cash
Girl, I ain't even got Apple Pay

Don't buy me nothing, what you trying to do
Them shit's cheap and so is you
I slap a nigga in some Gucci shoes
Step on the work with some Dior shoes
I was so broke, ain't know what to do
I'll rob you, you, you, and you
I'll rob him, her, and him over there
Bitch, I'll rob the neighbors next door

I'll climb in your window like Ezel
If she don't do it, then she will
Bitch, bring me a water and some E-pills
I'll call my dog to get some E-pills

On my phone, check my flight miles
Bought five TVs, ain't think about it
I'm still balling when I think about it
I just woke up, another deposit
Now I'm thinking about buying houses

Bitch, you better find another baby daddy
Girl, I'm not your baby daddy
Girl, better call your baby daddy
Girl, that baby, I'm not the daddy
Girl, I'll have a hunnid babies
Girl, Billie Jean, I'm not the father
Girl, you a be a single mother
Girl, what the hell your ass thought

Look to the left, that's some shit I bought
You don't bring revenue, f*ck you thought
I need 2,500 just to talk
Tote more iron than Tony Stark
Hole in my brain, hole in my heart
Dick in her mouth, she can't even talk

I'll give you a hundred dollars to get off
It took 30 minutes to bust a nut
I'm thinking about trapping and running it up
Pussy whack, I don't wanna f*ck
I'd rather buy a brand new gun
She wanna buy a brand new butt
Leave it right there, bitch, don't touch it
Flat booty, bitch, wanna get married
That pussy deeper than Bermuda

 Struggling with GHOURLE? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!

Written by: Kristopher Williams

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the GHOURLE Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "GHOURLE Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/11955534/ATTA+ATTA/GHOURLE>.

    Missing lyrics by ATTA ATTA?

    Know any other songs by ATTA ATTA? Don't keep it to yourself!

    Browse Lyrics.com

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    Finish the lyric "I told you__"
    A go to school
    B long ago
    C come there
    D I got what's waiting for them

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

    ATTA ATTA tracks

    On Radio Right Now

    Loading...

    Powered by OnRad.io


    Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here!