Lyrics:
a lower case T across my chest
Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol
dicking 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
dicking 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
let's dip
I said hold on I'm getting head from this
Hoe, next thing I knew this
Fool knocking on my
Door, so of course I let him in, we both cut
let's dip
I said hold on I'm getting head from this
Hoe, next thing I knew this
Fool knocking on my
Door, so of course I let him in, we both cut
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
brother from another mother, we made the clique
Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
Fuck with us, get your tater split
I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my
Went and bought a new Bentayga
I paid cash, don't see no paper
Buy it, park it, tint it later
All my car's inside tomato
From Atlanta, not Decatur
This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur
Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like
Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit
We rolled
hear the sounds 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,
that's all I want
From the cradle to a label
From decatur to the majors to papers, no more neighbors
I used to say I never cared about the money until
Yeah, uh, East Point, smokes some dank
College Park in the house
Decatur
Uh, Old National got the skanks
Everybody, uh, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, uh, East Point, smokes some dank
College Park in the house
Decatur
Uh, Old National got the skanks
Everybody, uh, know what I'm sayin'
school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid
Decatur where it's greater
End up in a hearse cause out here shit can get real fatal
Bitch I am the deal I'm talking major, Cause I'm getting right to this
Comin' to you live from where the world burns
And they don't give a motherfuck
But we applaud runner-ups
'Cause you'd rather be rich people's assistants
yeah
Yeah know that east point never stop like that
All the way to decatur
If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in
sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
All the way to Decatur
[Hook: x2]
[Dre]
Hey, what's
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And muthafuck the hater
It's
and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And motherfuck the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing
her
Plus I got two brothers that I don't know from addicted father
And all the pain I 'caused my mother
Bet she wish she had a daughter
Sellin sets
Decatur 'til I die, yes I rep that definitely
They say I'm a celebrity, what the fuck's a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form
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
from Decatur
Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit
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