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letra de only atlanta (feat. young jeezy & shad da god) - t.i.

(intro)
come ride with me, come pray with me
come ride with me, come roll with me
roll with me, ride with me

(hook)
all we ever do is rock ice board gold
ever since we was bout 12 years old
middle of the summer and the streets still cold
every n-gga here got a story untold
(only n atlanta)
gave it to the free men but they wanted love
diddy said he blew a quarter million in the club
every n-gga here got a boxin on the hammer
every n-gga here thinkin tony montana
(only n atlanta)

(verse)
welcome to the city where them lil n-ggas die
like everybody gotti, even the broke n-ggas fly
every night sun, and it’s sunny, we in the club
got no problem getting this money, just need a plug
n-gga just more than this chain done in this crib
n-gga invest more in his car than where he live
swear that b-tch in the club at least a 7
n-ggas do it all for the fame, be living legends
sh-t cost 700, the baller know what he’s sippin
and if a b-tch look like a model she probably strippin
party with the others, so pour in the blue flame
an ex street n-gga, he called my nickname
for everybody going for self, n0body’s changed
n-ggas d-mn broke still living like millionaires
the welcoming committee, we call them the robin crew
there’s a very good chance them n-ggas will rob you

(verse)
well ye ain’t talkin that belingo
and we playin mad while rippin up the nino
the big homie guy light up bricks and they gorgeous
you can really get yo -ss in jail, go to forge it
feed the pistol right there on the deal say feragamo
and n-ggas out here trappin just to do sh-t for they mama
we act like some stronger, that’s how we start the flaky summer
and we ain’t got sh-t but middle finger for your honor
and every n-ggas wishin we the same, think he baller
and every n-gga in the expedition got a 40
and every n-gga round me, get your mind on some money sh-t
we walkin round, we stride like the f-ckin government
every n-gga run this b-tch, you’re nervous to the bullsh-t
on that south side, you getting yo fake cr-p by f-ck sh-t
we hit our measure, tryin to get a plane of shrimp sh-t
rip to double d, king of that pimp sh-t

(verse)
i was born in the town where it all goes down
since the roll had the white hit the bluff with the brown
man i’m proud to admit, after housing them bricks
man i’m still a free man blowing loud in the 6
and i’m rich more than a n-gga could imagine
from where you get from rappin not for trappin
only in atlanta can a n-gga get it poppin
all from magic city, 100 thousand in the pocket
only in atlanta can a n-gga ride d
15 years on 15 key
only in atlanta homie n-gga get paid
trappin broad day with a new ak
how we ever do it? pop bottles for a ho
gold 24 where the chrome short nose
all we ever get is bank rolls, rubber band round that
just a message so you can’t just recognize where you…

- t i

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