Lyrics:
a one eighty
Anything you want to be
Is there something more do you simply want it more than me
Met you in Atlanta and now you my little Georgia peach
playing the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder,
stickin wit me like we velcro
New shoes for my freak cause she helpful
She ain't no fun if she is ghetto
Put her in Louis Vuitton cause she special
New
like that song
Wanna watch "Zapped" but I ain't got that long
My girl blow that trumpet like Louis Armstrong
I'm as Greek as a gyro from Arby's (not
got that peanut butter mmmmmm
In my other hand
I'm from the state you stupid
You buy a brick
I put it in Louis Vuitton luggage buy 10
I throw in
Well, she sits there in the porch swing
On a hot afternoon in Georgia
Surveys everything on Daddy's lap
And the gentlemen callers come by
To tell
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
Aight. Huh. See?
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia
my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told
2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my
the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from new york to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder, a platinum
Beal, realer deal, my shot before it's too late
Shawty know she stay up Georgia Ave
Shawty bad, know she bad, stay up Georgia Ave
I hit the spot,
I
foreign cars
My name tattooed on her ass by the tiger paws
Atlanta east and west, Georgia north and south
That Cadillac on them thangs brains blowed out
Debbie's smiling, and wiping her gunPicking off cheerleaders
one by oneOh no! Muffy's pompons just blew to bitsMy
God, Mitzi's head just did the splits!
My
Keep my mind on ocean breezes and hangin with my family
Well down in Savannah there’s a lack of propaganda
Salt life comes standard and the common state
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I
(yeah)
Louis V shades just to hide my cold heart
(Oh oh)
Never did drive-bys
'cause I'm born to get this money my side
Found the shawty I would die by
I
fly
Unlike me on suburb streets
Now I'm in Georgia
And they're rarely seen
At least by me
Alone we'll be
Watching light bugs
Fly freely
Fly freely
Let
They want Louis and Versace that's why they can't get nowhere by me
I been on my grind, maybe one day I can shine
Maybe one day I can grab a drink
the feeling
It's in someone else's veins
It's in someone else's veins
Momma took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, don't waste your time in
my future read two wives
I'm too right wit two dykes in the mirror of a new bike
I'm so the da the da the da
That the women don't mind comin out
I visit
"Murphy why you gotta go?" Oh, just so you can miss it
She like me for my huggin' and kissin' and how I listen
And how I, talk wit
the hips, ballerina by the dips, yeah)
Airborne bounce her round' keep my balance with the lift yeah
(Airborne bounce her round' keep my balance with
turn down Georgia Avenue by the house where he grew up
And every time we pass Jacks Cafe tears fill up his eyes
He says that's where I met my Sue
an orca
I still remember that shit in Georgia
The dandelions that were by the house, I guess I'm back talking on that flora
How you even know that, man
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