Yes and for my theme music edible marijuana can
I dream through it slumping out the machine wit a lean to it
Something you never seen when my team do it
Bass for life sucka never sometimes tops drop like bikinis in the
Sunshine youngin got a lotta drip only some rhymes
Get nicked by the cannon that's my drumline
Done fine by myself what a label do trapped in a gimmick now they label you
Aint no love from hip hop stick to
Cable boo welcome to self destruction they enable you
Mona got a script and a camera hoping that you trip with the hammer got damn her
Pardon my french and
Pardon my grammar the stench from the weed but the spits from Atlanta
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
Yes and for my intro legal jars of that sticky icky Indo doing time in these streets what you in for
Dem boys pinching so we tinting all Dem windows them birds clucking up a slow dance
Having visions of us living up a romance baby wait my last name aint maconahey
So shop around gon a listen what ya momma say
I send em flying matty ryan with the wide screen hell nah it aint a foreign but it ride clean
Reminiscing on them days i would deal pot i aint chasing no trends but i still shop
Grown man fresh no shame youngin
Im holding mine down while you claim jumpin
You coming to the party and you brang nothing
Don't mumble when you speak brother say something
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
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Yes and for my theme music edible marijuana can
I dream through it slumping out the machine wit a lean to it
Something you never seen when my team do it
Bass for life sucka never sometimes tops drop like bikinis in the
Sunshine youngin got a lotta drip only some rhymes
Get nicked by the cannon that's my drumline
Done fine by myself what a label do trapped in a gimmick now they label you
Aint no love from hip hop stick to
Cable boo welcome to self destruction they enable you
Mona got a script and a camera hoping that you trip with the hammer got damn her
Pardon my french and
Pardon my grammar the stench from the weed but the spits from Atlanta
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
Yes and for my intro legal jars of that sticky icky Indo doing time in these streets what you in for
Dem boys pinching so we tinting all Dem windows them birds clucking up a slow dance
Having visions of us living up a romance baby wait my last name aint maconahey
So shop around gon a listen what ya momma say
I send em flying matty ryan with the wide screen hell nah it aint a foreign but it ride clean
Reminiscing on them days i would deal pot i aint chasing no trends but i still shop
Grown man fresh no shame youngin
Im holding mine down while you claim jumpin
You coming to the party and you brang nothing
Don't mumble when you speak brother say something
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
I dream through it slumping out the machine wit a lean to it
Something you never seen when my team do it
Bass for life sucka never sometimes tops drop like bikinis in the
Sunshine youngin got a lotta drip only some rhymes
Get nicked by the cannon that's my drumline
Done fine by myself what a label do trapped in a gimmick now they label you
Aint no love from hip hop stick to
Cable boo welcome to self destruction they enable you
Mona got a script and a camera hoping that you trip with the hammer got damn her
Pardon my french and
Pardon my grammar the stench from the weed but the spits from Atlanta
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay when i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say and these type of things happen every day
Yes and for my intro legal jars of that sticky icky Indo doing time in these streets what you in for
Dem boys pinching so we tinting all Dem windows them birds clucking up a slow dance
Having visions of us living up a romance baby wait my last name aint maconahey
So shop around gon a listen what ya momma say
I send em flying matty ryan with the wide screen hell nah it aint a foreign but it ride clean
Reminiscing on them days i would deal pot i aint chasing no trends but i still shop
Grown man fresh no shame youngin
Im holding mine down while you claim jumpin
You coming to the party and you brang nothing
Don't mumble when you speak brother say something
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
From the Atl but I'm living in the Yay
When i was coming up they ain't give a brotha play
Now these hoes hanging on every word that i say
And these type of things happen every day
Writer: LIVIER KIRKLAND
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