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tana - wassup (welcome to atlanta) lyrics

[intro]
zaytoven
underdogs

[verse 1]
welcome to atlanta (grrah)
she still in college but she tryna kick it with tana (what?)
she said she wanna deep throat it, tie my hands up (hands up)
i tell her throw it, like this her motherf+ckin’ anthem (anthem)
they tryna bring me down, i still score like an and1 (what?)
she keep on touchin’ me, she think that tana handsome
they tryna f+ck with me just so i could give handouts
i’ll cut your hand off, put your f+ckin’ hand down
i send so many shots, it’s a f+ckin’ man down (many shots)
draw went down, caught him offside and ran down (skrrt, skrrt)
she don’t f+ck with you ’cause your ass a d+mn clown (d+mn clown)
i see she like goofy n+ggas, that’s why you her man now (you her man?)
she eat that d+ck so sloppy, where the f+ck her manners? (manners)
you chillin’ with a star, b+tch, you chillin’ with bana (bana)
she said she wanna deep throat it, tie my hands up (hands up)
i tell her throw it, like this her motherf+ckin’ anthem, baby (grrah)

[chorus]
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
what’s up, what’s up, girl?
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
what’s up, what’s up? yeah
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
what’s up?
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
what’s up, girl?
[verse 2]
i’m tryna reach the forbes list
a&r call my phone, i f+ckin’ ignore it (yeah)
might buy you a bag, but i ain’t payin’ for no rent (no rent)
ain’t no interruption while i’m f+ckin’, door, i close it (yeah)
pink toe vibes, i invite ’em to my show quick
i weren’t just selected for this sh+t, i had chose it (i had chose it)
leave the crib late at night, mama ask where i’m goin’ (where i’m goin’)
i would hit the studio, i ain’t kickin’ no doors in, baby (yeah)
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
you say you f+ckin’ with me then you gotta show it
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
i spent a lot of money, got a lot of money comin’ in
help me moderate it, i ain’t tryna go broke quick (what?)
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
under 30, i’m tryna hit the forbes list (ht the forbes list)
studio, i weren’t kickin’ no more f+ckin’ doors in (no more doors in)
(what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby, what’s up, baby? yeah)
she get down on her knees, then she blow it (then she blow it, blow it)
blow it, yeah

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