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atl hoe
baby d
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A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
My nigga what you know about the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, my nigga we swervin'
How all the fuck boys sittin' on Michael Jordan blinin' when the sun be scorchin'
Who that be me, B-A-B-Y D from the B-I-G double O-M-P
I said it before, but I'm goin' to say it again
My nigga we too D double E-P
I represent the dirty, dirty south, down here, lil' buddy, we don't play no games
I represent the A-T-L, Eastside shawty and the Westside niggas on the thang
Throw your hood up, make your shoulder jump, if ya hatin' on the "A" then lock 'em in the trunk
Y'all don't know who you fuckin' with
But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherfuckin' ass like it ain't shit
ATL Hoe, throwin' up them "A's"
Gangsta walk on the motherfuckin' stage
Nigga watch me bounce on these sucka ass punks
Then fuck around and got the "A" town started
Don't make me say, "Ain't told you so"
Throwin' bows to the nose sayin', "Yeah hoe"
Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click
Add it up young nigga that Gangsta shit
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
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ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
AT (yeah)
A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T (hey, come on)
Nigga it's Archie
The fattest skinny nigga you will ever know
Tryin' to stop my cheddar flow, holla at my beretta blow
At ya dome and at ya chest, wear your chrome and wear your vest
Had your home a bloody mess, faked thugs get bless with a slug to the chest
Arch to the "I" to the "E", passin' Baby D beside me
Eastside Boyz is right behind me, "A" town bitch nigga, you tryin' to find me
Simpson Road down to Godbe, these are the places that I be
These are the faces that I see, I die for the city, don't play by me
You can try me if you wanna, Archie be bringing drama
Pistol carry ya, bury ya, makes you say, "We The Bomb Ya"
Death before dishonor, put that on my mama
The fat boy representer, 'til I'm a goner, yeah, nigga
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T
ATL hoe
Pistol, pistol, my pistol banana fanna Atlanta
Bombin' on the bitch, the young the filthy rich
The six I use to drive was live but underrated
I cut off the top and had the V12 gold-plated
But some niggas hated, they do not hate it in public
Them pussy ass niggas gon' make me jump to my bucket
The brown one with the three rims
I whoop up on your block, nigga your chance slim
Do you remember Tim, they call him, "Poor Timmy"
I fuck his pussy over his hammy with a fifty rimmy
Think you are nigga friendly 'cause I'm the Pastor
Bitch, I ain't Creflow, this ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
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ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
ATL hoe, ATL hoe
A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T
ATL hoe (we ready)
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