Real Atlanta lyrics

by

K. Michelle


[Trouble]
Told momma off the top that I wouldn't fail you
I got OG's on my cellular, (yeah, yeah) yeah I got OG's on my cellular
Talk strong man free my guy, real Atlanta shorty giant
I didn't work at no Popeye's but I been poppin' at these guys
Big game like big [?], Zone 3 b*tch I got ties
Out in VA, ain't got no cuts on her like ones ain't circ*mcised
6 Zone like young [?] I know he smiling up there high
Give 'em the roll like [?] them diamonds [?] whoever want problems
Just like Gucci yellow b*tch I'm a giant
She can tell OJ the Juice am I right
Capital homes like [?] ball, yeah I'm ballin' ain't needin' my pride
Doing two elevens I been f*ckin' round with two elevens
Talkin' Vui Hablos, yeah the Diablos, get your sh*t blowed
Real Atlanta talk you don't know nothing bout them guys
Ricky Ricardo, [?] street king, b*tch I been outchea
Like a Volvo, movin' for street kings, shoutout to Bank
Hoe I don't wanna rob no more, I got a street dream
Straight out the real Atlanta
We talkin bout the real Atlanta

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