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In Atlanta Video (MV)




Performed By: Stumpah Jay & 76lilhaiti
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Julian Jones, Edward Robinson




Stumpah Jay & 76lilhaiti - In Atlanta Lyrics
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What they talking about, Traiqo
What they talking about, Traiqo
This a letter to my opps
This a letter to my opps
This a letter to my opps
Met her in Miami
F*ck it f*ck it, met her in Atlanta
She said she just like to party
I be getting lit off, casamigos, girl, I like to party
If you wanna catch a vibe with me, then you gotta be real gnarly
If you wanna vibe with me, then you gotta catch a opp
Lil baby said she want my love
Can't give it up, that bitch a bop
If I ever catch her with lil what's a name
He better, he better
He better duck his f*cking top
I been lurking down oakwood
Pussy boy a bitch, I'm really out here up to no good
Nigga, put my name in songs
Now I'm sliding right through your hood
This is a letter to my opps, you know
You pussy boys sweet as f*ck yall not tammat nan
This is a letter to my opps, I'm trying to push up on that block
I'm trying to walk down with thais new switch
That big exotic glock
40 make your body rock
I been walking down that block
I'm trying to get that noggin popped
Niggas shaking hips up on the tok, how the f*ck is you a opp
I don't do no beef up on the net
My glock gon' make it milly rock
300 blackout, hanging out the box, you know we trying to opp hunt
In conclusion to this message
You better go and duck your top, pussy bitch
Pulling off in this new car
Am i the one to blame
Youngins outside all night, they trying to snatch your brain
Demons in they head, don't know what's going on
They go insane
They done lost they brother, now they walk around trying to cast him in
I don't know what's going on, I pray to God
But i still sin
Youngins to official super stripes, they ready to go and spin
Told mama I'm okay, I can't even leave without my F&N
If Prista didn't grieve
I bet that f*ckboy won't push up again
I'm in this session with all these hoes
They rubbing on my body
And this bitch, she off some pills, I think this ho getting naughty
What you mean? I think she trying to sacrifice my soul
Said she trying to strip, but that's okay
So I whipped out my pole
Sexy bitch, she said she trying to f*ck, just keep it on the low
She said her man got cameras up
She snuck me through the side door
But no, no, I can't cuff a nat, man, just know this ain't my type of ho
That pussy made me mad i might f*ck round whip his nose
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English

What they talking about, Traiqo
What they talking about, Traiqo
This a letter to my opps
This a letter to my opps
This a letter to my opps
Met her in Miami
F*ck it f*ck it, met her in Atlanta
She said she just like to party
I be getting lit off, casamigos, girl, I like to party
If you wanna catch a vibe with me, then you gotta be real gnarly
If you wanna vibe with me, then you gotta catch a opp
Lil baby said she want my love
Can't give it up, that bitch a bop
If I ever catch her with lil what's a name
He better, he better
He better duck his f*cking top
I been lurking down oakwood
Pussy boy a bitch, I'm really out here up to no good
Nigga, put my name in songs
Now I'm sliding right through your hood
This is a letter to my opps, you know
You pussy boys sweet as f*ck yall not tammat nan
This is a letter to my opps, I'm trying to push up on that block
I'm trying to walk down with thais new switch
That big exotic glock
40 make your body rock
I been walking down that block
I'm trying to get that noggin popped
Niggas shaking hips up on the tok, how the f*ck is you a opp
I don't do no beef up on the net
My glock gon' make it milly rock
300 blackout, hanging out the box, you know we trying to opp hunt
In conclusion to this message
You better go and duck your top, pussy bitch
Pulling off in this new car
Am i the one to blame
Youngins outside all night, they trying to snatch your brain
Demons in they head, don't know what's going on
They go insane
They done lost they brother, now they walk around trying to cast him in
I don't know what's going on, I pray to God
But i still sin
Youngins to official super stripes, they ready to go and spin
Told mama I'm okay, I can't even leave without my F&N
If Prista didn't grieve
I bet that f*ckboy won't push up again
I'm in this session with all these hoes
They rubbing on my body
And this bitch, she off some pills, I think this ho getting naughty
What you mean? I think she trying to sacrifice my soul
Said she trying to strip, but that's okay
So I whipped out my pole
Sexy bitch, she said she trying to f*ck, just keep it on the low
She said her man got cameras up
She snuck me through the side door
But no, no, I can't cuff a nat, man, just know this ain't my type of ho
That pussy made me mad i might f*ck round whip his nose
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Writer: Julian Jones, Edward Robinson
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