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• Artiste: Hardrock
• Titre: South Atl
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch I make money for talking my shit My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks Might just go butt down on a trick I put a whole bustdown on the wrist Yeah, yeah, yeah They all want my help but they won't give it back Bust at they whip until the tires flat Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat Ride with the switch, I ride with thе MAC Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel Know that that boy wanna livе the way I live Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways I can see from afar that that boy two-faced I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me Who up in this running the game? Me Asked God for forgiveness, save me Still running the game not at full-speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto Gang shit, that's forever Designer atop the leather The bitch thought that we were together The bitch thought that we were forever I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever 'Cause it used to be South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch I make money for talking my shit My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks Might just go butt down on a trick I put a whole bustdown on the wrist Yeah, yeah, yeah They all want my help but they won't give it back Bust at they whip until the tires flat Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel Know that that boy wanna live the way I live Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways I can see from afar that that boy two-faced I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me Who up in this running the game? Me Asked God for forgiveness, save me Still running the game not at full-speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto Gang shit, that's forever Designer atop the leather The bitch thought that we were together The bitch thought that we were forever I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever 'Cause it used to be South Atlanta with the sticks.. South Atlanta with the bricks.. South Atlanta with the sticks.. South Atlanta with the bricks.. Oh yeah