Atlanta Lyrics – Stvii B
Singer: Stvii B
Title: Atlanta
Hook
1x
She gone buss it down like she from Atlanta
Bad b#tch Got it popping like a Fanta
I know that p#ss# Clean Danny Tanner
That money coming in like a scammer
She just want designer bags, f***** up all kinds of cash
I ain’t tryna be rude but baby you got hella #ss
Imma have to call a flag, money counter money bag
Keisha Verse
Pop out in wit the burken bag, trap n#gg#s servin fast
New Bentley paper tags, boss b#tch got plenty racks
Bad b#tches in the kitchen, money counter I got 2
Back then shows from back 2 back I bought some Jimmy shoes
Seven plugs a Lennox I got sеven plugs a neimanns to
Keep a check plus my p#ss# wеt That make him eat it to
Ride a n#gg# face and turn his bed into a swimming pool
Beisha in the building I run through they make them b#tches move…..period
Hook
1x
She gone buss it down like she from Atlanta
Bad b#tch Got it popping like a Fanta
I know that p#ss# Clean Danny Tanner
That money coming in like a scammer
She just want designer bags, f***** up all kinds of cash
I ain’t tryna be rude but baby you got hella #ss
Imma have to call a flag, money counter money bag
Stevie B Verse
I got big blues on me baby yea
Come sit in my section for free lady yea
All these diamonds dancing on me baby yea
Come pop that p#ss# on me baby yea
Ain’t no half steppin wit us, ain’t no clout chasin wit us
You the baddest b#tch in this club and you don’t be showing n#gg#s no love
Talkin bout all drinks on her, I’m poppin these bottles all on her, I’m taking these drugs all on her baby yea!…..
Hook
1x
She gone buss it down like she from Atlanta
Bad b#tch Got it popping like a Fanta
I know that p#ss# Clean Danny Tanner
That money coming in like a scammer
She just want designer bags, f***** up all kinds of cash
I ain’t tryna be rude but baby you got hella #ss
Imma have to call a flag, money counter money bag
Keisha 2nd Verse
Hoppin our the Bentley wit the burken bag
Period
I can’t f#ck no n#gg# if he broke be
Serious
If he ain’t talking to me bout no money I ain’t hearing it
Boss b#tch I could never be a worker I ain’t
Hearing it
You say you wanna f#ck I need my hair done uuhhh
Tryna touch my #ss get my nails done
Uhhh
Say you want your dick sucked well I need a lamb truck
Say you wanna f#ck wit biesha better run them bands up
Last Hook
1x
She gone buss it down like she from Atlanta
Bad b#tch Got it popping like a Fanta
I know that p#ss# Clean Danny Tanner
That money coming in like a scammer
She just want designer bags, f***** up all kinds of cash
I ain’t tryna be rude but baby you got hella #ss
Imma have to call a flag, money counter money bag
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