jourdan brothern – banned from atlanta lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, geo got them bands, huh?)
[chorus]
if my brother don’t f+ck with you, i don’t
yeah, calling a samsung b+tch on a iphone
yeah, lil’ bitty b+tch better watch your tone
told that lil’ b+tch to leave me alone
that lil’ b+tch want me to pick up the phone
i left her alone man, d+mn
i’m banned from atlanta
i’m sipping that wock like it’s fanta
i hop in a ghost, then i hop in a phantom
yeah you still hating, but i’m in ya planner
they keep on playing, this choppa gone blam him
i know when she naughty, that b+tch call me santa
i know when she naughty, that b+tch call me santa
i got me designer, ain’t talking no panda
[verse]
hahaha
all you n+ggas stupid, r+t+rded
send him gas just like we farted
you can’t stop so why you start it?
i don’t play with boys, but i f+ck wit carti
i feel like nas, i’m late to the party, tardy
pull up with a draco, mazzi
swerve off in a brand new ‘rarri
had to call up my boy mari
now she know i won the lotty
we gon f+ck all on this thottie
i just pulled a big ole body
told that b+tch “i don’t say sorry”
go to different n+ggas, you want that clouty
huh, huh huh?
i am so rich, but my name not roddy
me and geo stacking all them bands, huh
fans, huh
i got me like 30 something bands, huh
hands, huh
hit my opp with a f+cking pan, huh
plans, huh
all these n+ggas, they don’t understand, huh
‘stand, huh
i don’t give handouts, put yo hands back in
i just caught my f+cking opp outside lacking
i just pulled up in a brand new motherf+ckin’ black benz
i can’t be seen with you n+ggas, not even my black friends
[chorus]
if my brother don’t f+ck with you, i don’t
yeah, calling a samsung b+tch on a iphone
yeah, lil’ bitty b+tch better watch your tone
told that lil’ b+tch to leave me alone
that lil’ b+tch want me to pick up the phone
i left her alone man, d+mn
i’m banned from atlanta
i’m sipping that wock like it’s fanta
i hop in a ghost, then i hop in a phantom
yeah you still hating, but i’m in ya planner
they keep on playing, this choppa gone blam him
i know when she naughty, that b+tch call me santa
i know when she naughty, that b+tch call me santa
i got me designer, ain’t talking no panda
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