ATL Hoe (Explicit) - Baby D

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My ni**a what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A

GA my ni**a we swervin

Sittin on Michael Jordan blinin when the sun be scorchin

Who that be me B-A-B-Y D

From da B-I-G double O-M-P

I said it before but I'm goin to say it again

My ni**a 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 da thang throw your hood up

Make your shoulder jump

If ya hatin on the "A" then lock'em in the trunk

Ya don't know who you f**kin with

But I'll bet we'll bounce on

Your motherf**kin a** like it ain't sh*t

ATL Hoe throwin up them "A's"

Gangsta walk on the motherf**kin stage

Ni**a watch me bounce on these sucka a** punks

Then f**k 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 ni**a that Gangsta sh*t

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Archie

Yeah yeah

Ni**a it's Archie

The phatest skinny ni**a you will ever know

Try'in to stop my cheddar flow

Holla at my beretta blow

Atcha dome and atcha 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 b**ch ni**a you try'in 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 brin'in drama

Pistol carriers bury ya make you

Say "We The Bomb Ya "

Death before dishonor put that on my mama

The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner

Yeah Ni**a

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Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta

Bombin on the b**ch the young the filthy rich

The six I use to drive was live but under rated

I cut off the top and had the V12 gold plated

But some niggas hated they do not hated in public

Them p**sy a** niggas gon make me

Jump to my bucket

The brown one with the three rims

I whoop up on your block ni**a your chance slim

Do you remember Tim

They call him "Poor Timmy"

I f**k his p**sy over

His hammy with a fifty rimmy

Think you are ni**a friendly

Cause I'm the Pastor

B**ch I ain't Creflow this ATL Hoe

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