Lyrics:
on the ride
Paparazzi is the code from old Town vibes
Mе and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Gamble with ya life
Change came from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure
Comfort was the steelI pedal to the
Corner like a child on a
Big
Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
thinkin' that she mad at you
She from Decatur so she got little attitude (yeah)
She do what she wanna do (uh)
Wonder where she learn to bounce that booty,
up Decatur
Another one in San Antone
Somewhere else in this equator,
Takes me far away from home
I'm coming home 'cause
I can see it in you're
Decatur)
(I'm with them hittas from Decatur)
(Ayy Woods, light that shit up
He gon' die if he play with me)
Tell them niggas they gon' die
If they play with
Said she from Decatur
She a model
She going to Spelman like her momma
Money On the Brain Cause She a scholarrrr
She about her cash, she bout
up Decatur
Another one in San Antone
Somewhere else in this equator,
Takes me far away from home
I'm coming home 'cause
I can see it in you're
to a limo
From a limo, to a Lambo
And all of this came up outta Decatur, 'cause
I know one day, I won't have to wait in line
I know one day, I'mma get those
the ho down never said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the
Bitch like Darth Vader, made her
From College Park and Fayette all
The way down to Decatur
from fuck niggas
Don't be a sucker, Hell at least not from nothin'
All this suckin' and fuckin' a bitch better have somethin'
I need something that is
me, uhh
J E some P I M P, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, uhh
They cool but they ain't J E, they ain't J E
And I got love for my folks
And from
we beg
Icons and moguls are bred from the red clay of the east, west, and southside
From East Point to Decatur, from Bankhead to Buckhead
This is
the racks out
If I threw a party it's packed out
Hit her from the back, pull her tracks out
Young rich nigga in the crack house
I was locked up but I'm back
what's craccin'?"
I need like 10 purple pounds, bitch we taxin'
How lil Quando came up, they keep on askin'
From the trenches to being famous
That's what's
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
When we started choppin' o's off in this empty apartment
See I was, standin' in the track, and my back is the target
look, we along way from Decatur
Long day still ahead of us
Grown dads still scared of us
I'm just working my incredibles
Stick my dick into
Lalala intro
I been on my grind
Tony hawkin Pro Skater
I'm not from Decatur
But bitch believe I been greater
I can't stand a hater
Swear it ain't no
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
necessities
Look, if you want that real shit, you made the right selection
I'm Decatur 'til I die, yes I rep that definitely
They say I'm a celebrity, what
No one's really from here, they just all pretend
That's what they've been about
Those three kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out
I see
Lumberjack
Cuz I wish a Chico wood, wait
Do it like I?
Hold up let me get it again
Out here in the Gables
Posted smoking eighters
Fly girl from Naples
Funny
grind and watch me go stupid
From the harbor to Atlanta back to the harbor
I'm just getting bigger watch them hate me
But God got a nigga
When shit gets
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