Atlanta (feat. Yung Booke, Killer Mike & Pill)
Paper Napkin
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
In Atlanta Is where I learned to fly And all the girls have dreams the size of their behinds And style to stretch a country mile In Atlanta The land of southern kings Where you're a superstar no matter who you are Your dreams can take you very far In Atlanta Fresh V-necks, white Forces, 'A' fitted Fast cars, Georgia peaches, southern living Got 'em flying in just to go to Magic City It ain't nothing to catch a star poppin' shit at Lenox Most of ya'll ain't from the city F*ck who get offended Hawks or Falcons game, they call Ball for the tickets Dro and T.I. had the world screaming, "Bankhead!" Damn, I can't believe Left Eye Dead (moment of silence for Left Eye) Everywhere a nigga turned he heard Kilo Goodie Mob was asking who was in their window Born in the late 80's A real Grady Baby They say we killed hip hip But, shit, I say we saved it In Atlanta Is where I learned to fly And all the girls have dreams the size of their behinds And style to stretch a country mile In Atlanta The land of southern kings Where you're a superstar no matter who you are Your dreams can take you very far In Atlanta I'm talkin' Kimberly Court Posse, K-C-P West side, Fourth Ward, on up to A-D-V I'm talkin' down by the Lawton, Terry White, Charles Black 'dem Nigga talkin' crazy, set a fire like a match 'dem Yeah, hustle game so tremendous J jumping out the gym '96 Olympics Dominique Dawes on my balls Niggas making calls just to go see Dominique ball (two points) And this the Omni Strapped up, nigga won't take nothing from me Talk slick as a game of spades and Jim Rummy This was all at the card party I remember a nigga used to have to MARTA card it In Atlanta Is where I learned to fly And all the girls have dreams the size of their behinds And style to stretch a country mile In Atlanta The land of southern kings Where you're a superstar no matter who you are Your dreams can take you very far In Atlanta Southern metropolis, I love you as though you were my boo Probably the only woman I can be monogamous to I brought Savannah to Atlanta We menaging with you Top of the penthouse I rent out Binocular view In my city niggas drive Bentleys like they old Cadillacs Maseratis is niggas' hobbies They park them in the trap We take Ferraris and the Lambos and we race 'em like track meets Black folks ballin', ain' talkin' 'bout athletes We walking past these millionaire dollar homes in our bare feet Walking out the door and walking straight to our black Benz I'm waving at my neighbors, all families with black men So tell me what city my black ass in In Atlanta Is where I learned to fly And all the girls have dreams the size of their behinds And style to stretch a country mile In Atlanta The land of southern kings Where you're a superstar no matter who you are Your dreams can take you very far In Atlanta
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: Kedral Long, Michael Render, Philip Whatley, Tyrone Rivers
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Atlanta (feat. Yung Booke, Killer Mike & Pill) Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 21 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/13903514/Paper+Napkin/Atlanta+%28feat.+Yung+Booke%2C+Killer+Mike+%26+Pill%29>.
Discuss the Atlanta (feat. Yung Booke, Killer Mike & Pill) Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In