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young club - atlanta lyrics

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(intro)
yea my bullets keep a jacket
man ill put u in a casket
didn’t f-ck that hoe she ratchet
i ain’t cappin u can aks it
i spend 40 on my outfit

(hook)
i just f-cked a new b-tch flew her from atlanta
she be on her knees beggin for banana
b-tch i always keep a bag like im santa
so i put that hoe in dolce and gabbana
i just f-cked a new b-tch flew her from atlanta
she be on her knees beggin for banana
b-tch i always keep a bag like im santa
so i put that hoe in dolce and gabbana

(verse 1: young club)
i ain’t cappin keep a choppa round my shoulder (hold up)
lot a ice but the b-tches know my heart be colder
ain’t finna lie i like em just a little older
found a b-tch with better head ye thats what i told her
hold up, wow

smoke the blunt until i doze (hold up, uh)
f-cked ur b-tch on ten toes (hol up, uh)
might a nutted on her nose (hold up, uh)
she takin pictures with my clothes (hold up, uh)
tennis chain it got me froze (hold up, uh)
in my coupe n baby coast (hold up, uh)
this no raith man its a ghost (hold up, uh)
b-tch be hatin call em hoes (hold up, uh)

theres no god im squeezing hard on my pistol grip
praying to the 45s in my 30 clip
its fully loaded pull it out let my finger slip
got a lot of blue yea but i ain’t no crip

i done f-cked ur b-tch on film i deserve an emmy
i been ridin round town sippin on this henney
i got standards i won’t f-ck a plane jane jenny
gotta have a fat -ss and her waist skinny

(hook)
i just f-cked a new b-tch flew her from atlanta
she be on her knees beggin for banana
b-tch i always keep a bag like im santa
so i put that hoe in dolce and gabbana
i just f-cked a new b-tch flew her from atlanta
she be on her knees beggin for banana
b-tch i always keep a bag like im santa
so i put that hoe in dolce and gabbana

- young club lyrics

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