daily bread & sts – a night in atlanta lyrics
[verse 1]
ain’t no party like a-town party
brought lil mama to the a-town shawdy
some might say like sand to beach
well them apples ain’t sweeter then a god d-mn peach
better god d-mn preach put em on g
like a ride thru the a till the tank on e
start down town on peach tree street
where the traffic jam like the beat beat beep beep
move b-tch get out the way
made me forget what i’m about to say
something bout the a something bout the way
them soft southern nights bring out the stars like a tyson fight
vs. holyfield but thats exactly how its pose to feel
might fix up grand daddy old seville put it on some d’s so you know the feel
home of the trap known for the snap born from the crunk came from the rap
what put us on the map was that b-ss whats so so def about life in the a
could it be the way that the grits grow
girls raised in the south so
how the french say i don’t know
i ain’t french so i don’t know
but they thick as sh-t make a pimp slick look for love in the club but it’s hard to pick must be something in the water
but it run thru the city like marta
feel bad for a n-gga with a daughter
these boys out here need a father
h-ll they don’t know how to treat a lady when they meet a lady thats even harder
[verse 2]
i’m tryna get my keys to the city back, look
she just want a jack with a pickle back, look
she ain’t never been to strip club, look
she wanna know where magic city at, look
it’s more to the city then -ss and t-tties
i was hoping we could paint the town red
take a cruise on chrome shoes
see sp-ceships on bankhead
donk rims on bowties watch wheels spend like 45’s
she just think those dope boys
i just think those are dope rides
you gotta understand it’s the culture
we are looking at it like it’s a sculpture
26’s on skinny paint job leonardo da vinci
down on ponce de leon
i’m playing atliens
she got a couple words wrongs
but she know mostly all the song
might do trap karaoke
i’m one foot in like hokie poke
she told me she just want to cruise
i said d’angelo or smokey
oh what a time to be alive
top down on i-85
she don’t know how to roll a blunt so i just pulled over let her drive
my trunk on green briar mall she got like six missed calls
i got like five miss text my side b-tch gonna be upset
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