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reggie rude - atlanta lyrics

(verse 1)
girl you know i like it naughty
(like it naughty!)
all my spanish chica’s call me papi
(call me papi!)
and all my ghetto shorties say “what up tho?”
i don’t talk to n-gg-s cause they cut throat
ooo i like a shorty from atlanta
said she was an actress, point the camera
got her eagle on, ooo she dancing
let me see if she like my country grammar

(pre-hook 1)
let’s discuss this, let me rub it
how you shake it in my face girl, let me touch it
you know i like the way you buss it, i might cuff ya
trying you hit you in the worse way, but i love ya
face down with your -ss up, no discussions
you could take it, you a big girl, why you running?
you could take me, i ain’t beasting, this ain’t nothing
you could go, but i ain’t come yet, ain’t no rushing

(hook)
looking for that big booty, atlanta
yeah need to get to it, understand it
we wasn’t born with it, we got it trapping
like the beat from jc, i need it slapping
yeah, shorty gun jammed, her friend clapping
need the cake like lil john keep snapping
hit a lick, i’m barry bonds, what’s cracking?
don’t pop a perk or take a hit, no napping
yeah yeah yeah yeah

(verse 2)
(shhh)
i need more dollar bills, where’s the exchange?
shorty on me cause she like the way i’m flexing
her man big mad talking insane
tell him to skate, he just bored, these no ex games
even if they was we don’t play them
we cannot be compared, so don’t say that
why they trying to catch us lacking on our way up?
these n-gg-s fake r-t-rded, we just play dumb

(pre-hook 2)
that’s why they ducking, while we bussin
steady looking for some cover, but we rush em
yeah they scared and i love it, cause we one up
that’s a lesson if you run up, then you dun up
twisting corners, burning rubbers, yeah we rushing
and all the shorties they be screaming, cause they love us
ain’t my fault they be creaming, when i stuff em
and ya n-gg-s must be dreaming, thinking i’m all done, oh no

(conscience outro)
nah you wylin. i can’t believe you fell for that one. you forgetting what you doing this for? who you doing this for? you need to focus up. tell the hustlers story for the hustlers who ain’t make it. that’s your job

- reggie rude lyrics

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