Love Atlanta

Nessly, 24hrs, DJ Drama

I've been all around the world (Cannon) There's no place like the A (Yeah, yeah) but you know that already Big bankroll, we could take yo' bitch Me and Nessly really runnin' this shit Skyped up, high, in here pippin' up shit If you love your girl, you better cuff that bitch Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, spend these hundred, I ain't stuntin' man, we makin' money new He want beef, he must be stupid, put his ass summer school Nigga, I ain't Soulja Boy, I really got a hundred shooters Like a bad man at a football game when we run into 'em Loft on Hamlet, right by the Cookout and the Krystals (woah, ayy) One button in the Tesla, like I'm sendin' 'em missile (ayy) A lot of sticks in the whip, we got homeland work (ooh) And your bitch do what I say, can we get a program bank (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay, if she's a ten, she might get flown out to London (fuck) 50K to TSA, we flew in with a whole damn onion (baow, woah) 100K next time, might turn into a cocaine runner And we gettin' weed packs, sourdough, butter roll, whole grain money, yeah Big bankroll, we could take yo' bitch Me and Nessly really runnin' this shit Skyped up, high, in here pippin' up shit If you love your girl, you better cuff that bitch Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah I'ma big steppa, talkin' everywhere I go And you can try me, I got the blower on me bro, yeah You see me, I see you (I see you) 12 AM in ATL, this is part two Girl, stop demandin' me This is cannabis We use to wake-and-bake Then hit the Steak 'n Shake Can't save the hoe I don't know the hoe I just met her at the store in Mt. Lexon Shore Off of Salem Road, exit 84 Two wheels, had to go and pay my bro You see me, I see you 12 AM in ATL, this is part two Big bankroll, we could take you bitch Me and Nessly really runnin' this shit Skyped up, high, in here pippin' up shit If you love your girl, you better cuff that bitch Big bankroll, we could take yo' bitch Me and Nessly really runnin' this shit Skyped up, high, in here pippin' up shit If you love your girl, you better cuff that bitch Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah Ooh-ah, uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah

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