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von saxon - .churchinatlanta lyrics

if a n+gga don’t dance
then a n+gga told ya
that a n+gga can’t drink
or imbibe in doja
if a n+gga can’t hang
show em to the door bruh
gonna buy a new roof
boutta blow the old up

y’all young n+ggas catching cases
oh, that’s fatal
you wear that glock upon your hip just like a fashion statement
church in atlanta best be strapped for every odd occasion
but shine yo shoes and cinch that tie
for this holy occasion

church in atlanta is not a single day
a way of life
to wear your creed
with pride and joy
negate the woes of strife

not drugs or guns
one stray colonial
may take your life
so live with joy
enjoy the time
the time is now
all rise
if a n+gga don’t dance
then a n+gga told ya
that a n+gga can’t drink
or imbibe in doja
if a n+gga can’t hang
show em to thе door bruh
gonna buy a new roof
bout’ to blow the old up

bout to blow this hoe up
bout to blow this hoе down
heard you want me i delivered
flying out to h town for a motherf+cker
slide up on his place
put dat ruger to his dome
and look dat b+tch right in his face

southern stallion she farm bred
slim thicker than some cornbread
give her d+ck when she h+rny
give her snicker when she hungry
got the blikky right on me
you got a glizzy well i want it
them atl ain’t got no chill
they’ll merc a fn
with lashes on
the magazine the only clip in
got a semi and i always stay c+cked
call me aldrin how i pass off a rock
guess my outfit made me look like a b+tch
but the 40 in my hand still go pop

alright they wanna play about it
b+tch n+ggas wanna talk about it
me and my folk break yo door
grab yo momma out it
rubber burnin when we haulin out it
ain’t no hockey masks
ain’t a d+mn witness
go call 12
tell a muf+cker’
come round white chalk a body

oh d+mn look at that b+tch made n+gga
he got big guns up on his big n+gga britches
and he show off
for all the thick fine b+tches
but he too scared
that’s why he ducked while playing chicken

says he don’t know the funk
so we’re spinning his block
and packing it up
and smoking the opps
yes we smoking their blunts
should have learned how to dance
should have learned how to funk
now the vibes are not found
so this boy must get slumped

- von saxon lyrics

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