Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F.I.L.A. , by - Lil Scrappy. Release date: 23.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.I.L.A. |
| 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 biscuits 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 I-20 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 |
| 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 |