Lyrics:
around the city wit’ my boo thang
By tomorrow might just pull up in a Bruce Wayne
Sorry that I snapped must be my mood swings
I’m just doin’ me don’t care
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island niggas, come on!
Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me motherfuckers
As I
Text her like I'm outside pretty
You know ATL my city
He get lit I get 5 litty 5 litty
Vibe wit me
You know ATL my city
Like quest I got the tribe wit me
there anymore room in them jeans
for an freaky muthafucka like me a ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth
God damn you fine wit a big behind I just wanna
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
bust they head before we leave
I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
Cadillac'n all through college park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'
Jay-Z
Who you know fresher than Green, riddle me that
Lloyd Banks
I'm on the Road blowin Grade A Hayes
Young Buck
Don't be mad at me dogg this all
was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his
Wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?" I'm
settin up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I
cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcome's nice
like seven
wake up wish you laying down by my side
Affection needed baby it takes no extra time
You can show me that ATL
You can show me that All Time Love
I need
I do it Yeah we do it together
No security we stay wit that medal
ATL it’s legal whatever
Fine chicks stay wit us by the pairs
Blowing smoke let it
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
and nick ct
club chocolate, hersey
by the tap, yep the blue flame
magic city lets get it man
play wit these striaght hit man
do it how you wanna, imma
clap like applause
Live from the gutta live by our own laws
Big shark on land don't get caught in my jaws
Easymoney stay on me dont needa withdraw
Only
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
it you can too
Let me tell you what we about to do
Hook:
We gonna rock, rock, rock, rock n roll wit it baby
Roll all over the world
We gonna rock,
groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you want to fuck wit me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
[Tony
Devinico we in A-T-L wit it
556 coming through the blinds
Nigga ain't gang ask em why he lying
Cash in the back and he clutching on fire
Pull up
at me, I ain't showin' no love (no love)
Treat you like my blood
Anybody want smoke with my nigga, you know what's up
Call you by yo' gov'
I be
niggas, they want me dead,
'Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV.
Sun down spots, suckas swallow glocks.
If they know by these
now, pushin' a stick
Just a little somethin' to get 'em from A to be
I got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew that love me
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