Kalan.FrFr - Atlanta lyrics
Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]
[Kalan.FrFr - Atlanta lyrics]
Pull some of that base out, Bruce
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when that change get in your
Life don't let it change you
Girl you so bad and you know it
I got that bag and you know it
She poppin' that ass on the floor
Girl pick up that cash off the floor
All of the ballers, they know her
I got some things I can show her
Some bands I can throw her
Some dick that I owe her
Lets fuck up the store, get you Gucci galore
Yea he hit it before but
Can't fuck you no more
Yeah she major in film, wanna be a reporter
I fell in love wanna spoil and support her
Hop out that Honda and come jump in this Benz
Fuck her so good got her tellin' her friends
Ice on your neck so they know you my bitch
Once I break down this pack
I'm gon' buss down your wrist god damn
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when this change come get in your
Life these hoes gon' hate you
Yeah, new bag, new weave, new Uh like
All them broke ass niggas better fall back
She where the sauce at, boss bitch all facts
Lil' mama run them bands up, all stacks
She got me thinking about that
Pussy hope it's all waxed
And if I take lil' mama
Home imma throw it back
Eat it up and all that
Beat up where her walls at yeah
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when that change get in your life
Don't let it change you
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when that change get in your
Life don't let it change you
Girl you so bad and you know it
I got that bag and you know it
She poppin' that ass on the floor
Girl pick up that cash off the floor
All of the ballers, they know her
I got some things I can show her
Some bands I can throw her
Some dick that I owe her
Lets fuck up the store, get you Gucci galore
Yea he hit it before but
Can't fuck you no more
Yeah she major in film, wanna be a reporter
I fell in love wanna spoil and support her
Hop out that Honda and come jump in this Benz
Fuck her so good got her tellin' her friends
Ice on your neck so they know you my bitch
Once I break down this pack
I'm gon' buss down your wrist god damn
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when this change come get in your
Life these hoes gon' hate you
Yeah, new bag, new weave, new Uh like
All them broke ass niggas better fall back
She where the sauce at, boss bitch all facts
Lil' mama run them bands up, all stacks
She got me thinking about that
Pussy hope it's all waxed
And if I take lil' mama
Home imma throw it back
Eat it up and all that
Beat up where her walls at yeah
She's a stripper in Atlanta
She just dance to pay for school
Girl I don't blame you
Make that money girl, don't let it make you
And when that change get in your life
Don't let it change you