Atlanta (feat. Killkan)
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She a bad mama jama High as a hawk but I ain't from Atlanta Feeling like MC bitch you can't touch this hammer She in love with them trappers and them scammers Yak wasn't cappin' pimpin' ain't easy Don't call me twin bitch I'm feelin' like Peezy I'm smokin' good gas and that shit got me wheezing So sick of these lame niggas I'm sneezing I'm cold with this shit, bitch, you think I'm anemic Tj shooting them shots out a demon Gave her that dick and that lil' hoe she screaming Ice on my neck so these lil' hoes creaming I ain't from Phoenix, these niggas my sons If I call up Kan he get you done Slide in all black like a motherfuckin' nun Bad lil' bitch eat me up honey bun Put down them guns, bitch, I wanna punch Pourin' up wock drink that shit like some punch Play with my niggas get smoked like some runts Hollow tips eat you up like your lunch Too official Lil Tre he a ref Get to the green like Shrek If he move foul, hit his ass with a tec I'm feelin' like Khaled you know I'm the best He like to fidget, but we like to spin Make me ten bands then go do it again I'm gettin' lit off the Gin and the Hen I'm from the murda where we get groovy and bend I'm a pop star and she poppin' that pussy She sucked me up, but I ain't eat the cookie New to this shit, bitch, I ain't a rookie I pop out for money and you playin' hooky Uh, Uh Yeah, Yeah My niggas on go, my nigga a crash you He f*ck around pop a perk, he just might shoot up a show We got Choppas and Clippers My Choppa too big, I think I bought Clifford 553 and this hoe shoot a missile My gun got a mag, got it stuffed like a pickle Be still my 762s, that ain't missin My killer, he want him a bone It ain't shit my niggas say he want you gone All black gen my niggas showed me through the phone Luh Merrick can clip though, he tryna get it off chrome I'm steady smokin' that dope and it's strong Your bitch like my smell she want my cologne I ain't goin' out sad I ain't never do shit on the phone The only thing I ever did was sit down and write me a song He wanna get high, put the bitch in a bong I'm steady slangin' my chrome I got the G-Nikes with the all-white Yo' bitch said she like it, she said it's some slight Bitch know we in war, I'ma suit up like a knight I'm tryna give this lil' bitch here the pipe My brodie don't fight, told him put the pipe down My brodie said no, cause he tryna take lil bro life Bitch I'ma kill him, it's far from a might I get high off them drugs and hop on the mic Wait, hold up, my play callin I gotta bike When you get in the streets, nigga, know it ain't nothin' polite I'm tryna put the boy up like it's Skype If you play with them niggas, you gon' lose your life I'm swingin' my Glock and my FN with all my might So test me nigga you just might die, gang
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Written by: Montreal Dukes II, Taveion Peoples
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