Atlanta Songtext
von J Young MDK
Atlanta Songtext
Man this that type of shit
You going to have to
You going to have to bust them blue hunnids out the wrapper
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God
I had to leave because I thought I seen Popo
She said she want me to stay I said No no
We made a movie but we aint got Go Pro
The way I been ballin I think I could go pro
She keep on stalking I blocked her on IG Changed my location now she can not find me
Money and bitches that′s all that's besides me
Sign myself don′t need no nigga to sign me
Hopped out the coupe then I posed for the camera
Cant fuck a broke bitch
I raised up my standards
Fucked with the waitress then fucked with the dancer
I dropped them both now they throwing tantrums
She was in Memphis then moved to Atlanta
I heard she fell in love with the Scammers
Sniffed up the white that Tony Montana
Felt like her Momma aint teach her no manners
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God She got a man and I hope he don't find out No no
Everytime he flying in Im flying out
Paid for that pussy fuck it; its mine now
Start acting up
Imma put you in timeout
Think she the shit when she put that Fasion Nova
When she start to twerk that money; just pass it over Girl you been blessed look at that ass its on it
Fuck that talking just do something nasty for me Bend that ass over and fuck with a rapper
Im gonna bust all these ones out the wrapper Pull out a condom lets go with the wrappin
Cuz I don't think you gonna take a day after She was like Nicki I think she a Bardi
She get to drinkin she think that she Cardi Imma pull up and push up on that body
I might just swipe for that pussy Safari
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars Started on the liquor
Then I had her on bars Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God
You going to have to
You going to have to bust them blue hunnids out the wrapper
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God
I had to leave because I thought I seen Popo
She said she want me to stay I said No no
We made a movie but we aint got Go Pro
The way I been ballin I think I could go pro
She keep on stalking I blocked her on IG Changed my location now she can not find me
Money and bitches that′s all that's besides me
Sign myself don′t need no nigga to sign me
Hopped out the coupe then I posed for the camera
Cant fuck a broke bitch
I raised up my standards
Fucked with the waitress then fucked with the dancer
I dropped them both now they throwing tantrums
She was in Memphis then moved to Atlanta
I heard she fell in love with the Scammers
Sniffed up the white that Tony Montana
Felt like her Momma aint teach her no manners
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars
Started on the liquor then I had her on bars
Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God She got a man and I hope he don't find out No no
Everytime he flying in Im flying out
Paid for that pussy fuck it; its mine now
Start acting up
Imma put you in timeout
Think she the shit when she put that Fasion Nova
When she start to twerk that money; just pass it over Girl you been blessed look at that ass its on it
Fuck that talking just do something nasty for me Bend that ass over and fuck with a rapper
Im gonna bust all these ones out the wrapper Pull out a condom lets go with the wrappin
Cuz I don't think you gonna take a day after She was like Nicki I think she a Bardi
She get to drinkin she think that she Cardi Imma pull up and push up on that body
I might just swipe for that pussy Safari
She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars Started on the liquor
Then I had her on bars Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car
I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God
Writer(s): Matt Jenkins, Bryan Simpson, Brent Rupard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
