Testo Atlanta, GA. - B.o.B
Testo della canzone Atlanta, GA. (B.o.B), tratta dall'album Who The F#*ck Is B.O.B?
Ah-hah, ah-hah!
It's B-o-B-o-B-o
"I been all around the city of Atlanta"
{Hood rich bitch!}
Ah-hah, ah-hah!
It's B-o-B-o-B-o
{DJ Spinz fuck nigga}
"I been all around the city of Atlanta"
All around the city of Atlanta (man I be)
All around the city of Atlanta
All around the city of Atlanta (I be)
All around the city of Atlanta
Well you already know where I be
I'll be off of Candler Road right off of 20 East
And I be Mr. Eastside cause I represent that D
And I be on that 107, Tugley Wood and Macafee
But when I'm on the grind, I'm headed down to Frequency
Or downtown in Atlanta at Havana's yes indeed
See over here in the A you see, we get down at the A you see
Don't gotta look hard for no peach, cause Georgia State got freaks
Believe you can catch me fly as hell Coupe Deville down by Riverdale
Fin' to do a show at Throwbacks by Onational
And don't be ridin dirty 'less you got some cash for bail
So when I say you already, don't even ask me player
x2]
But hold up, is what they say when I roll up
I'm on them ferris wheels like I'm ridin rollercoasters
I stretch your girl like yoga, I won't let up like yola
But y'all pushin my buttons like I'm 'bout to vent the soda
{DJ SPINZ!} But hold up, is what they say when I roll up
I'm on them ferris wheels like I'm ridin rollercoasters
I stretch your girl like yoga, I won't let up like yola
But y'all pushin my buttons like I'm 'bout to vent the soda
[Scratched] But hold up, is what they say when I roll up
I'm on them ferris wheels like I'm ridin rollercoasters
I stretch your girl like yoga, I won't let up like yola
But y'all pushin my buttons like I'm 'bout to vent the soda
Or lack of a controller, I told y'all niggaz damn it
Y'all ain't messin with me cause my stamina be jammin
So handle all that Anna unless y'all handlin the cannon
And I ain't talkin 'bout no camera, I don't know what you plannin
I got fat backs like Bam Bam, it's 'bout as long as bandstands
I'm burnin so much trees I'm endangerin the planet
And I take the Eastside with me everywhere I'm standin
I represent Atlanta and this is what we got em sayin
x2]
Well let me introduce ya, this is the Magic City
So havin 20 grand is crucial, these girls'll give you goosebumps
See down here in the South I walk this Georgia dirt with swag
Put my feet up in them fast, whip with B. Rich on the tag
I guess you would say that I got mood swing cash
I happen to get money while these haters gettin mad
I'm conceited so I laugh, fuck! I got gallon bags
Y'all got teeny weeny sacks, so when I breakin up
They think I'm taking out the trash; I'm hot like boilin water boy
Folk be hatin on the dirty cause we got the torch
My foot work super fly so I guess I'm a soccer star
x2]
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Writer(s): Sultan Haneef Banks, Bobby Ray Jr Simmons
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