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atl money ent. - b.s. 1 lyrics

[intro: super fatboy jr.]
yo, oh kay
oh kay kay
kay kay
oh kay
ight, let’s go
run the sh-t up, aight, run this sh-t up
aye, run the sh-t up, hmm, ayye run the sh-t up
im in the kitchen
im water whippin’
run the sh-t up, oh kay!, run this sh-t up
yeaaaa!
in the kitchen, water whippin’
im water whippin’
im in the kitchen, im water whippin’ (2x)

[verse 1: zaay]
young n-gga i be bout it ..dese n-ggas really be hatin’
im gettin’ to the cake, n-gga, you know im kim k-ing
no kanye, but im smokin’ on that bombay
these n-ggas hatin’ and they on me
and dese n-ggas know that they on zaay
i got….plenty if problems
dese n-ggas be mobbin’
dese b-tches be hatin’ they biddin’
i be up in the bity
i dont give a f-ck if you ain’t from my city
they talkin like they really bout it
im goin’ so nuts and these n-ggas ain’t coppin’
i really be water whippin’ look how the crack drop, and dese n-ggas ain’t poppin
i keep it a hunnid with plenty of bands
dese n-ggas be hatin’ we k!llin dey mans
i come in here and i gotta new stand
dese n-ggas be talking like dey is the man
i really be ’bout it, i really be whippin’
dese n-ggas be hating’, i really get chicken
they talkin’ like they got a day of water whippin’
nah, they ain’t water whippin

[verse 2: yung verb]
(yea 8x)
up in the studio
you catching feelings like julio
im ’bout to p-ss it like rubio
and you know i got koolie flow
what are you doing im up in the music though
you make exscuses though
i got the twenty-two, twenty-fo’
oh my gosh
oh my gosh
what am i doin’? i do not know though
i am loco
kickin’ it like it’s a dojo
you is so ugly, and you smell musty
my tummy is bubbly
im lookin’ at her and she lookin’ me
oh my god and i just looked at her feet
that sh-t disgusting, that sh-t was nothin’
i am a boss, i dont make -ssumptions
i looked at her feet when we f-cking
chick get out of my room now she runnin on bumblin’

[verse 3: super fatboy jr.]
this is for she
bunjee up under my feet
got yo b-tch all up on me
bussin until ima skeet
b-tch i am mumbling
mumbly mumbly mumbly
then i put food in her stomachly
put some food in my tumbily
go to the kitchen
start water whippin’
d-mn i got chicken
the actual chicken
im actually whippin’
in the kitchen
with some b-tches
they ain’t got st-tches

[verse 4: zaay]
i got it, i ain’t worried about nothing
n-ggas be hatin cause we be on
they be flexin’ and frontin’
i got the bands and i got the cash, so im gettin’ plenty of money
ain’t talkin bout winnie the pooh when im talkin bout stealin’ yo honey
i get plenty money
they n-ggas gone dip and i dab
came in the game and i ripped up my style
these n-ggas be hatin’ cause they really fake
they rippin’ my style
its been a…while since i been a wild child
meanwhile i been on that
these n-ggas hatin’ cause we sippin’ on that cognac like oh yea!

[verse 5: yung verb]
(yea! 7x whoo! yea! 2x whoo! yea! 2x whoo! whoo! whoo! ahaha)
no u can’t murder me
no u can’t murder me
up on the murder scene
its an emergency
and i got currency
leaving it red. oops! i meant burgundy
hercules hercules
smokin’ that skrong, im ’bout die
im ’bout to burn it like third-degree
im ’bout to fly whoo!
i am so high ah! ah!
i am so high ah!
and im just geekin’ im tweakin
im singin’ like it’s the weekend
yeeea baby
yeeea baby
she know im crazy

[verse 6: super fatboy jr.]
fatboy in this b-tch
and im ’bout to get my d-ck, l1cked
by yo’ b-tch
and its f-ckin’ in a sitch
i see all yo friends
and im f-ckin on her mans
and i….(whoooa-ho-ho-ho!)
pause….im in yo b-tch drawers
and i copped a f-ckin’ horse
and im f-ckin’ with the mall
and im hiding in the car
and im f-ckin’ with these broads
and i see all they cars
and i steal all they hoes
and i got my f-ckin’ cros

- atl money ent lyrics

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