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Robb Bank$ - That Sound Atlanta Lyrics

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  • [DJ Sean Bang]
  • You are now listening to tha City Nigga
  • (South Florida Shit Nigga)
  • Broward county nigga
  • (Palm Trees Nigga)
  • *****es with nice asses nigga they be fake but they be nice
  • (saying that yall ***** niggas it ain't all just clubs niggas)
  • All I am saying
  • (you come down here an get your money don't be flossing and shit)
  • Cuz niggas will take it
  • (Niggas hungry)
  • Nigga will kick in your door
  • [Hook]
  • Knock knock, don't make me bring it to your door boy
  • Knock knock, trolls tryna kick a nigga door
  • Knock knock, Hair Bows and golds made your ***** moan
  • Turn your main to a shone, now she fin' put on a show
  • I said smash, I know you heard me put it on your ho
  • I said smash, need a fix, ya I like y'all boys broke
  • I say smash the Panamera, I'll buy a new one ho
  • Boom boom, nigga never ready to hear that sound though
  • [Verse 1]
  • ? so many 4's, throw some water on the ?
  • Nigga take a second look
  • Nigga hear the remix then start writin' the hook
  • Fake jug, fake jug, you ain't sold merch out that jansport
  • Well I'm in my 95 explorin' and my backpack loud like dora
  • Sir mike in a six series circlin'
  • Gave you the cut like a surgeon, I'm servin'
  • ***** I'm Shapiro, you serpent
  • Boy we don't do no tens, give a ***** tryna match up with your friends
  • You fake trap niggas reading books bout the babies like Lipschitz
  • Boys on that new shit, 30,000 Xanax
  • I stuck to what I knew, never touch the heart like a prude *****
  • Ya'll certified *****, ho nigga don't nobody go and buy bricks in New York, nigga
  • Better bring that ass down south, boy, Miami po nigga
  • Smokin' on a port, nigga rollin'
  • My dick look swollen
  • I swear y'all wanna be sweet like Yo-plait
  • [Hook]
  • Knock knock, don't make me bring it to your door boy
  • Knock knock, trolls tryna kick a nigga door
  • Knock knock, Hair Bows and golds made your ***** moan
  • Turn your main to a shone, now she fin' put on a show
  • I said smash, I know you heard me put it on your ho
  • I said smash, need a fix, ya I like y'all boys broke
  • I say smash the Panamera, I'll buy a new one ho
  • Boom boom, nigga never ready to hear that sound though
  • [Verse 2]
  • Jays on my feet (feet)
  • Magnums on my meat (meat)

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