Lil Scrappy, Lil Jon - F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) lyrics

Yeah! yeah! (I'm just BME)
Yeah! yeah! (I'm just BME)
This ya boy Lil'Jon (I'm just BME)
Yeah! BME Click
A lot of y'all niggas be talkin'
'bout Air Force Ones and shit (O-k-k-k)
A lot of y'all niggas be
Talkin' 'bout Adidas and shit (O-k-k-k)
But me and my niggas we
Rock the mothafuckin FILAs (O-k-k-k)
Thats what we got on our feet (O-k-k-k)
Scrappy what's up?

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (Fila nigga)

I'm a Grady baby, ATL
And all my life the A been so crunk as hell
You don't wanna step too close or go too far
Cause where I'm from, shawdy
Niggas a beat you down wit they car
Fila, Prada, from my head to my feet
Niggas on the block with the
Rock they don't sleep
Man, South Dekalb Mall be the crunkest shit
Or you can roll through Buckhead and
Go fall on a bitch
I'm a giant ass playa, I'll stomp on a hater
I'mma pop this shit off from
Zone 3 to Decatur we can gon' back down to
Where my grandma stay
Depending on the area you better
Watch what you say and I don't care if you
Over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them
Broads they wanna save me
This the home of the ass
Wit the biscuit's in it
And the Janes on the street
Charge mo' than a penny, a!

When it's grind time let my A shine
When I'm bustin rhymes, smokin pounds
My blood seepin wit Georgia Wine
And niggas don't love the A like I love the A
I just love the way the A smell everyday
A town to yo' town yeah this how it go
Smokin dro' fuckin' hoes on the city road
When I stomp that bastard I
Left him with a bruise
Got Fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
I live for the A, I die for the A
I ride for the A, so fuck what you say
What you know about I20 to 285
Got a fine atlanta bitch givin
Head in the ride g's up, get yo cheese up
In the classroom crunk
Got bidness 'bout my shit
So I stay super drunk
Ridin' downtown with a shot of tequila
Jon introduced me to the game
I'm hot like reefer a!

Carry the A on my back like a torture rack
I'mma represent it if you scared
To go handle that
Drankin' on crunk, reminiscin' on crunk years
It's the city of crunk where I shed my tears
Throwin the peace sign up then upside down
A-town off the rip hell yeah I'm proud
Get crunk all day we don't sleep at night
And if you fight one shawdy
Then we all gon' fight
Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us
And if security trippin on pimpin
We all gon' rush
Even though other niggas think they hard
Ain't nan harder than Stone Mountain
I swear to God
Yeah y'all love our hoes, you love our gold
Martin Luther King from the A
So I love my home
Westside to Scottdale we all cut hammers
You can catch kids skippin
In Underground Atlanta yeah