.churchinatlanta Lyrics – Von Saxon
Singer: Von Saxon
Title: .churchinatlanta
If a n#gg# don’t dance
Then a n#gg# told ya
That a n#gg# can’t drink
Or imbibe in doja
If a n#gg# can’t hang
Show em to the door bruh
Gonna buy a new roof
Boutta blow the old up
Y’all young n#gg#s 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#gg# don’t dance
Then a n#gg# told ya
That a n#gg# can’t drink
Or imbibe in doja
If a n#gg# 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 m#th*rf#ck*r
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 dick when she h#rn#
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 cocked
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#gg#s 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 damn witness
Go call 12
Tell a muf#cker’
Come round white chalk a body
Oh damn look at that b#tch made n#gg#
He got big guns up on his big n#gg# 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
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