(feat. Archie, Pastor Troy) [Chorus] [Baby D (Pastor Troy)] A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T-L HOE! A-T-L HOE!(Come'on uh ha ha) [Repeat x7] [Baby D] My nigga what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A, GA my nigga we swervin ??? sittin on Michael Jordan blinin when the sun be scorchin Who that be me B-A-B-Y D from da B-I-G double O-M-P I said it before but I'm goin to say it again My nigga we too D double E-P I represent the dirty dirty south Down here lil buddy we don't play no games I represent the A-T-L Eastside shawty and the Westside niggas on da thang throw your hood up Make your shoulder jump If ya hatin on the "A" then lock'em in the trunk Ya don't know who you fuckin with But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherfuckin ass like it ain't shit ATL Hoe throwin up them "A's" Gangsta walk on the motherfuckin stage Nigga watch me bounce on these sucka ass punks Then fuck around and got the "A" town started Don't make me say "Ain't told you so" Throwin bows to the nose sayin "Yeah Hoe!" Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click Add it up young nigga that Gangsta shit! [Chorus] [Archie] Yeah, yeah Nigga it's Archie The phatest skinny nigga you will ever know Try'in to stop my cheddar flow holla at my beretta blow Atcha dome and atcha chest Wear your chrome and wear your vest Had your home a bloody mess Faked thugs get bless with a slug to the chest Arch to the "I" to the "E" Passin Baby D beside me Eastside Boyz is right behind me "A" town bitch nigga you try'in to find me Simpson Road down to Godbe These are the places that I be These are the faces that I see I die for the city don't play by me You can try me if you wanna Archie be brin'in drama Pistol carriers bury ya make you say "We The Bomb Ya!" Death before dishonor put that on my mama The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner Yeah! Nigga! [Chorus] [Pastor Troy] Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta Bombin on the bitch the young the filthy rich The six I use to drive was live but under rated I cut off the top and had the V12 gold plated But some niggas hated they do not hated in public Them pussy ass niggas gon make me jump to my bucket The brown one with the three rims I whoop up on your block nigga your chance slim Do you remember Tim they call him "Poor Timmy" I fuck his pussy over his hammy with a fifty rimmy Think you are nigga friendly cause I'm the Pastor Bitch I ain't Creflow this ATL Hoe [Chorus] We rrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddyyyyy
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Archie, Pastor Troy) [Chorus] [Baby D (Pastor Troy)] A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T-L HOE! A-T-L HOE!(Come'on uh ha ha) [Repeat x7] [Baby D] My nigga what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A, GA my nigga we swervin ??? sittin on Michael Jordan blinin when the sun be scorchin Who that be me B-A-B-Y D from da B-I-G double O-M-P I said it before but I'm goin to say it again My nigga we too D double E-P I represent the dirty dirty south Down here lil buddy we don't play no games I represent the A-T-L Eastside shawty and the Westside niggas on da thang throw your hood up Make your shoulder jump If ya hatin on the "A" then lock'em in the trunk Ya don't know who you fuckin with But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherfuckin ass like it ain't shit ATL Hoe throwin up them "A's" Gangsta walk on the motherfuckin stage Nigga watch me bounce on these sucka ass punks Then fuck around and got the "A" town started Don't make me say "Ain't told you so" Throwin bows to the nose sayin "Yeah Hoe!" Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click Add it up young nigga that Gangsta shit! [Chorus] [Archie] Yeah, yeah Nigga it's Archie The phatest skinny nigga you will ever know Try'in to stop my cheddar flow holla at my beretta blow Atcha dome and atcha chest Wear your chrome and wear your vest Had your home a bloody mess Faked thugs get bless with a slug to the chest Arch to the "I" to the "E" Passin Baby D beside me Eastside Boyz is right behind me "A" town bitch nigga you try'in to find me Simpson Road down to Godbe These are the places that I be These are the faces that I see I die for the city don't play by me You can try me if you wanna Archie be brin'in drama Pistol carriers bury ya make you say "We The Bomb Ya!" Death before dishonor put that on my mama The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner Yeah! Nigga! [Chorus] [Pastor Troy] Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta Bombin on the bitch the young the filthy rich The six I use to drive was live but under rated I cut off the top and had the V12 gold plated But some niggas hated they do not hated in public Them pussy ass niggas gon make me jump to my bucket The brown one with the three rims I whoop up on your block nigga your chance slim Do you remember Tim they call him "Poor Timmy" I fuck his pussy over his hammy with a fifty rimmy Think you are nigga friendly cause I'm the Pastor Bitch I ain't Creflow this ATL Hoe [Chorus] We rrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddyyyyy
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