Waka Flocka Flame, Black Boe, Slim Dunkin - Atlanta Girl lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame, Black Boe, Slim Dunkin - Atlanta Girl lyrics]

Dunk, whoever, Flock
All them niggas (Travyy) go!

You do me and I'ma do you
Your turn, my turn, I'm through
No hand, no hand, Bluetooth
Tongue ring got a nigga like, "Whoo!"
Thick and skinny, eeny meeny
Redbone, black bikini
Chocolate mocha, Cappuccini
Boy Meets World, Mr feeny
Clark-Atlanta college chick stripping
For a scholarship
Body like a dually truck, a lot of ass
A lot of hips
Red bottom, carrot top, legs shaved
Hairy twat
Sweet candy, cherry drop, Cream Soda
Berry pop

I'ma beat, beat
Beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak
Freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet
Cranberry Tropicana i need a peach, peach
Peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do

Damn, her ass fat (know she from Atlanta)
Always hanging out the back (like my bandana)
She showed me her thong, earring
And her tongue
She looked me in my eyes and said, "Boy
It's on"
So make that pussy bite back, bite back
Bite back
So make that pussy bite back, bite back
Bite back (what it do?)
I'm in the strip club, throwing money
Showing love
The way she clap that ass got a nigga in love

I'ma beat, beat
Beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak
Freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet
Cranberry Tropicana i need a peach, peach
Peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do

I just do what I do and I'll do it again
If you ain't doing this shit
You better do it, my friend
Got them niggas on hush
Got them haters on pause
Got them bitches on yes, got them hoes on
(awww) skinny nigga tatted up and a
Nigga tall as fuck
All them bitches calling us 'cause all
Them hoes want all of us i'ma beat, beat
Beat like a nail and a hammer
Then I skeet, skeet, skeet all on her head
Where's my manners?

I'ma beat, beat
Beat like a nail and a hammer
She a freak, freak
Freak in the bed like pajamas
I like them sweet, sweet, sweet
Cranberry Tropicana i need a peach, peach
Peach that's a girl from Atlanta (turn up)
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do
I just do what I just do and
These hoes like the shit I do

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