Lyrics:
Memphis to College P, Decatur to N.Y.C.
Top droppin' that Benz 'til it, came with the leather seat
Back up off my whip or I jump out and cause a tragedy
It's all good in my hood, yeah
Touch down Atlanta
Roll in a Phantom
Headed to Decatur
The East-side where it's greater
I'm going up, elevator
But
nigga, you're just gettin' show money (ayy)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't have asked for it, if you know you ain't want it
go buy a jacob
Gucci man for mayor gucci man so player repin east atlanta
that's ten minutes from decatur almost match are cars and
are belts going
it's the beast from Decatur
Cain't see enemies and the haters
Real sharp on my thing like a razor
Blade, come clean like a shape up
So guess I got a game
on surveillance
Boy I’m getting Kd up, bad bitch pimp with me
Like they from Decatur
I could never hate you
Zone 6 neighbors, zone 6 raised me
Riding round in
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
this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, tryna get
Diva of Decatur, I got stunnas they black, they black
Up in the salon, the salon to add some tracks
Pocahontas, I got hair down my back, my back
Run
Everybody get up!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
steady saying he from Decatur
Pussy, you's a fucking faker
I'ma ask them niggas on Marve Road
I'ma ask them niggas on Memorial
I'ma ask them niggas
heart, you a stranger
How you turn love into anger?
Like, you wanna fuck wit' that bitch from Decatur
Like, I don't want you wit' a bitch, I'ma hater
carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you
me put y'all up on my swag, my swag
Diva of Decatur, I got stunnas they black, they black
Up in the salon, the salon to add some tracks
Pocahontas, I
Fuck with my block gang niggas in Decatur
Golf ball shots in your body like a crater
She fuck the whole team man
You don't need to save her
John Madden
to flood the watch
I'm Decatur north boy I had to flood the watch
Bad bitches with me, boy I'm fucking 'bout 2
Called all they friends bout to fuck the whole
nigga, you're just gettin' show money (ayy)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't have asked for it, if you know you ain't want it
to Decatur"
And motherfuck the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is
Dreamed You
From Down 2 Earth soundtrack
(College Park to Decatur to The Swats and back to College Park) 3x
College Park, know what I'm
(????????????)
Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
(??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's
(?) can't stop my (?)
Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four
Why is it you fail, to see a man
In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin?
In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up
From
prayed to see the sun or either twenty-one
Deerfield, it's in my blood, it ain't just where I'm from
Them folk gon' underestimate you, play you like you
streets to ATL, we're cast. (true pimp)
[VERSE2]
In ATL's streets where the bass rides low,
Kings of the South, where the beats just flow.
From Decatur
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