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Rasheeda
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Atl 2 STL
Lyricist:Jason Epperson, Kirk Frost, Rasheeda Frost, Cornell Haynes
ATL to STL On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast, then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up
Fifteens in my shit, you know it's gon' bump Nelly ridin' shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt We into what-ever, and keepin' it crunk Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
Aw shit, we done did it again From ATL to the new, but still breakin' 'em in Playin' to win, fire hot, burnin' ya skin Platinum hit number two, y'all made me do it again
This Rasheeda, I'm ridin' niggas through the dirty From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies Bendin' and swervin', I got this muthafucka turnin' Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin'
ATL to STL On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens Old folks on the side and they reachin' for Visine Five bitches right behind me, more flashin' than high beams Like, Nelly, where you goin', can I go? By all means
Keep the door open, drivin' the ave, mami get in Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin' ya friends One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap What's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Open ya mouth hun, 'We don't do that', don't give me that Why ya tongue done, say 'Aah', fuck it, that's what I thought I was peepin' that since the first time I saw ya Timed ya walk from there to the time I parked
So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty
ATL to STL On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up
I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno Iced up, platinum bitch, breakin' niggas to the zero
Call me the hero, better yet, the Lieutinent Takin' charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win it See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down You jumpin' out your draws for this bitch from down south
Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air Now tip the cup, like you just don't care Stepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-Low We keep this thing crunk and droppin' bows on them hizzoes
ATL to STL On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up
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