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Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals
Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake
Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle
My lil' ho out Atlanta, got
And on campus I heard about a couple rappers from Atlanta (okay)
Said them niggas be snappin', maybe we could make somethin' happen and shit
I wasn't serious
Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
And I've to tell you how I feel,
Cause I know I'll soon be gone
Atlanta, Atlanta June.
I'm leaving you and all too soon
But someday, maybe I'll find
values on the southside
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta house, why?
I'm not married, I've never been engaged
But yo dumb-ass believes
East Atlanta Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
Glenwood to Grountry Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's
slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt)
You know I stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks)
My bro don't know how to read but he still
dead best friend never did use
Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling like most
lueg wini flüg mit de charte, egau wo häre ds geit
ha mini pörz in Atlanta egau, wo häre ds geit
lueg wini Flüg mit de Charte, egau wo häre ds geit
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers,
took me back to East Atlanta, na na na (whoa)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There's somethin' 'bout his manners (huh huh)
Havana, ooh na na
He
time for Atlanta
Nigga make million off his country grammar
In Detroit they don't think twice
Thousand pounds, hundred bricks yea that good life
around here lately
Been thinkin' about nothing but my baby
If you're in Houston
hosted in Atlanta
Chillin' in New York
Somewhere out in Puerto Rico
If
above
Oh, Atlanta, I hear you callin'
I'm comin' back to you one fine day
No need to worry, there ain't no hurry
'Cause I'm on my way back
You're from Atlanta, Georgia
And Cindy was your name
Atlanta - Georgia
The eye of a hurricane
Take me down to Atlanta
Take me down little queen
heal it
That's the real Atlanta
Lot of rich white folks up in Buckhead, wanna steal Atlanta
Kill and destroy everything that feel Atlanta
Fuck that,
cool you niggas want problems
Hold up, please don't enter Atlanta, we gotta get to 'em
Aye, ride up and load up them hammers nigga we been doin' it
more, who
You tryin' to front? I'll
Let the whistles blow, the whistles blow?
I represent Atlanta, I?m a A Town rider
I?ll lay a nigga down (ahh nigga
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011 look at my watch
This shit so bright that it's
above, Oh, Atlanta, hear me calling,
I'm coming back to you one fine day, No need to worry, there ain't no hurry, 'Cause I'm, on my way back
it's all black
Paperboy
But I ain't from Atlanta
Man I need that
Hear you
Hear you talking cash
So I'm asking where the bag at
Dollars into millions
it's all black
Paperboy
But I ain't from Atlanta
Man I need that
Hear you
Hear you talking cash
So I'm asking where the bag at
Dollars into millions
I'm taking chances
I put the pen to the paper for records
But no, I ain't taking advances
Born in Atlanta but more like Atlantis
Those are
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
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