ATL Hoe

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Yeah, yeah

You know pretty bitches love hood niggas
I want me a scammer or a drug dealer
I'm just tryna run it up with him
You know pretty bitches love hood niggas
He like, where you from?
ATL, ho, ATL, ho, ATL, ho, A-ATL, ho (Hhe like, where you from?)
ATL, ho, ATL, ho, ATL, ho, ATL, ho (he like, where you from?)

My dog for sure, he scraping the bowl
Everywhere we go, he stay with that pole
When you got money, you do what you want
Good in my hood, I go where you don't
Think that's the plug calling his phone
Traphouse beating all night long
I rock a show, then put it on as soon as we get home
His pieces hitting, fuck me in the Bentley
Plus he handle business, keep your chains on when you in it
Pussy lean, yeah, I put that ass to sleep (ATL, ho)
We get pulled over, I'ma take one for the team (ATL, ho)

He don't leave the house without it
Good pussy, ride good, low mileage (skrrt)
Just a white tee, he don't need a stylist (hell nah)
Hood nigga, let him beat it like his charges (ah)
He beat it up, then beat the block (block)
Thug love, I got it on lock (yeah)
Pussy dope, no rerock
Straight drop, right out the pot (pot, pot)
He put the rock right in his sock (sock)
If we get stopped by the cops
He keep the Glock (Glock)
Gotta keep shit on the low 'cause that nigga hot, yeah