Lyrics:
butts and used cigars
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine
Smell that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big moon roll above
cigarettes butts and used cigars
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big moon
cigarettes butts and used cigars
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine
Spell that part from the Georgia pine
See that great
Oh Georgia what it do for ya. Love thinking bout ya as I sip my mimosa
Or my Coca-Cola straight from down the corner of
Parks filled with flowers you
should've went to boat school yeah
Slugg tri coastal good weed anthrax going postal yeah
Swear we Started off local went viral
Now a nigga going global Fuck
knife
Maybe sparks will fly maybe I am your type
Seeing stranger things like 11 and mike
But let's shift back to the main key of this college expertise
mentions
Ain't my money, it's all in my inches, yea
Riding in a old school from coastal to coastal
Add the money up I need a hundred every show, yea
where to go hit the left go coastal coastal
Trapped out I'm postal postal
Hustling like I'm supposed to
Musty and unapproachable
Mama I'm just a
Where
I'm on when I'm really just coming up
Why when it's good is the time that you starting shit
I didn't see thru the college shit
I'd rather sponsors than
And I had it coming
Pre-Chorus
It was that room in Cancun
That stack of chips in Vegas
That college dorm in Georgia
That'll forever remain nameless
Zone 6, Zone everywhere)
Got a pocket full a money and I'm sippin' Easter pink
Diamonds round my neck same color Easter pink
Gotta college girl she
Jersey, New York city
Spokane to Denver across the plains
Hills of Virginia, coastal man
On the road lotta miles just to feel your smile
Girl I wanna touch
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas
Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas
Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggas but
Don't let the college
the college shit fool y'all niggas
Ain't the hardest nigga in the land
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas
Like what's the problem?
Ain't
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
She's my sweet Georgia peach
Sorta feisty kinda shy
No, she's not some Euro trip
She's my American Pie
She's homegrown, good ol' girl
Loves
a
Famous Big Band leader and host
Of radio music quiz show
Kay Kyser's College
Of Musical Knowledge, 1939-49 georgia
Née Carroll, 1919-2011
Was Kay's wife
A Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy threw all his books away.
He said, "I've lost my appetite, my hair is turning grey.
I know my Greek and History,
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the A-Town (A-Town)
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland (that's right)
So put your fist
bushels of that cabbage
Eating smoked salmon
The bitty bastards back lamping
On your college campus
Hitting stangs and laughing
Overprice the herbs with
runnin' from my past life tryna chase the bag right, hey
Tryna keep these hoes off my back became a paradigm
Now I'm off the grid, location coastal, eh like
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