| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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| It’s my first time in your city
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| Know you gotta show me round like a tourist
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| Pull up on you with that NyQuil
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| Know you tired from your tourin' shit
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| Show me somethin' I ain’t used to
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| All these niggas be too full
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| Feelin' on all your new coupes
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| So I hope you paid your insurance, yeah
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| That’s loose chains
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| Diamonds dancin' like blue flame
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| Did a show with my old nigga
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| Got me ridin' with you in that new thing, yeah
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| Tity boy but I’m a bad bitch
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| So he went and bought the kid 2 Chainz, yeah
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| Bitches try to get this flock on they two planes
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| Like you really comin' (Hey show me somethin')
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| You been now show me somethin'
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| Bring me out to your block
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| Show me how they rockin' with you so I know you runnin'
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| Hit up Linux mall, I spend it all
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| Cop the new Chanel, could’ve paid the bills
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| All this money, we just steady stuntin'
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| Ride foreigns all through summer hills
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| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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| Her all, you know we young and wild
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| Yeah, grew up runnin' wild, they tried gun me down
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| Yeah, grew up movin' pounds, now me blowin' pounds
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| Yeah, got your bitch in town, 30 pointers on me now
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| I need a bitch gon' hold me down when I’m feelin' down
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| Yeah, put on some fly shit, you know we be flyin' private
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| Put some Cartier over her eyelids
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| Let her drop the top, let her know we ain’t gotta hide shit
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| Yeah, 10 AM in the A, I put a AB on my bae
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| D&G every day, rose gold Cartier
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| She a boss, I relate, huh, yeah
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| I’m a boss in and outta state, I told you I run the A
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| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah
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| 10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta
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| Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom
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| Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah
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| Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |