Atlanta Girl lyrics

[Intro: Black Boe]
Dunk, whoever, Flock
All them n*ggas (Travyy)
Go!

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
You do me and I'ma do you
Your turn, my turn, I'm through
No hand, no hand, Bluetooth
Tongue ring got a n*gga like, "Whoo!"
Thick and skinny, eeny meeny
Redbone, black bikini
Chocolate mocha, Cappuccini
Boy Meets World, Mr. Feeny
Clark-Atlanta college chick stripping for a scholarship
Body like a dually truck, a lot of ass, a lot of hips
Red bottom, carrot top, legs shaved, hairy twat
Sweet candy, cherry drop, Cream Soda, berry pop

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
I'ma beat, beat, beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak, freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet, cranberry Tropicana
I need a peach, peach, peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame & Derez De'Shon]
Damn, her ass fat (know she from Atlanta)
Always hanging out the back (like my bandana)
She showed me her thong, earring, and her tongue
She looked me in my eyes and said, "Boy, it's on"
So make that pus*y bite back, bite back, bite back
So make that pus*y bite back, bite back, bite back (what it do?)
I'm in the strip club, throwing money, showing love
The way she clap that ass got a n*gga in love

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
I'ma beat, beat, beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak, freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet, cranberry Tropicana
I need a peach, peach, peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do

[Verse 3: Black Boe & Ali]
I just do what I do and I'll do it again
If you ain't doing this sh*t, you better do it, my friend
Got them n*ggas on hush, got them haters on pause
Got them b*tches on yes, got them hoes on (awww)
Skinny n*gga tatted up and a n*gga tall as f*ck
All them b*tches calling us 'cause all them hoes want all of us
I'ma beat, beat, beat like a nail and a hammer
Then I skeet, skeet, skeet all on her head, where's my manners?
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
I'ma beat, beat, beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak, freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet, cranberry Tropicana
I need a peach, peach, peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do
I just do what I just do and these hoes like the sh*t I do