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ATL Freestyle 1 (feat. Luh Tyler & Rob49)

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Gang, gangerski (yeah)

Got my n***a Rob, you know what the f*ck goin' on (a lotta us)

Ski, you know that, can't be f****d with boys (ski)

I spend so much money, when I leave, these bitches follow me (these bitches follow me)

He ain't got ten thousand to his name, that n***a fallin' off (n***a ain't got ten)

I got brand-new clothes on when I'm shoppin', I'm a grown boss (swear to God)

Put that button on him, now his body cold, defrost (grrt)

I told her I love her while I was fuckin', I was lean talkin' (I was lyin')

I don't like depressed hoes, all my bitches T'd up (uh)

Any time I walk by, smell money when the breeze come

Ever since I got rich, hoes do it when I ask once (when I ask once)

Yeah, ever since I got rich, bad hoes do it when I say somethin' (phew)

You ain't tryna f*ck us on the spot, you can't sleep here (yeah)

We been gettin' money way before PSP handhelds (yeah)

I feel like you gotta catch a body to get your rank up (buh)

Johnny Manziel, I done touched down to cause hell (alright)

I'm pushin' good D on my bitch, nicknamed me Pat Bev' (yeah)

I'm pushin' pills all in her ass, I'm pullin' her hair

If he ain't tryna kill him, I go kill him myself (phew)

No, they ain't give me nothin', I went and got it myself (myself)

I hit a lil' b***h once, then put her back on the shelf (yeah, nigga)

My bro keep pushin' packs, that n***a breakin' the scale (on gang)

Bro got the blicky in the party, niggas can't even tell (brrt)

I swear my lil' b***h heaven-sent, but she be givin' me hell (damn, yeah)

If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, nigga, don't hit my cell (don't hit my cell, nigga, yeah)

My n***a make s**t disappear, think he castin' a spell (poof)

I swear these niggas be my sons, don't make me take off my belt (pew, pew)

Yeah, she been gassed up since she got that car, she think she her

I just popped a G6, bitch, I'm tweakin', turn me up

When I'm cheatin' and she leavin', I can't miss a loss

On your P, don't let it breathe, bitch, put it on your mouth

Yeah, my b***h think every b***h that's in my likes that I done f*cked (I ain't f*ck that)

Ho, you wanna f*ck that bad, then book the flight yourself (shh)

Brodie took so long with bouncin' back, I put him on the shelf

I done spent so much on foreign clothes, I'm damn near speakin' French (damn near speakin' French)

Girly ass got good brain, man, send this girl to Yale (send this girl to college)

Devil on my shoulder, man, he talkin' me to death (ooh-woo)

It's like 25 racks gone, that's how my day was spent (nigga)

Even though I got a thousand hoes, she still think I'm her man

Niggas think I signed a deal with Nike, always keep a check (yeah, I keep a check, nigga, yeah)

I'm in here, freezin', nigga, I'm so icy, just look at my neck (ice, ice)

I know this lil' b***h went to college, I can tell just by her head (nigga, uh)

Man, why these niggas sleepin' on us? Tell 'em get up out the bed (get out of bed, nigga)

So many hoes, I feel like Santa, I might pull up on a sled (so many ho, ho, hoes)

Niggas always run they mouth, but they ain't never talkin' bread (talkin' bread, nigga, yeah)

Niggas flat, man, gang, nigga, ski

ATL Freestyle 1 (feat. Luh Tyler & Rob49) de Veeze/Luh Tyler/Rob49 – Letras & Covers