Lil Scrappy
Lil Scrappy - F.i.l.a. songtekst
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[Intro;Lil Jon and (lil scrappy)] Yeah!Yeah! Yeah!Yeah! this ya boy Lil Jon right bme clique! what!bme clique! alot of yall niggas be talkin bout air force 1s and shit(okkk k) alot of yall niggas be talkin bout addidas and shit(okkk k) but me and my niggas we rock them motha fuckin FILA!(okkk k) thats what we got on our feet(okkk k) scrappy whats up!? [chorus x2 Lil Scrappy (Lil Jon)] 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!) [verse 1] Imma grady baby atl! and all my life da avis so crunk as hell you dont wanna step too close or go too far cuz weh im from shawty niggas beat you down with they car FILA brought up from my head to my feet niggas on da block wit da rock they dont sleep man South Dekalb mall be the crunkest shit uh you can roll to buckhead and gone fall on a bitch im a giant ass playa ill stomp on a hata imma pop this shit off in zone 3 to decatur we can go back down to weh my grandma stay dependin on the area you betta watch what you say iont care if you get over there lookin all crazy when i get locked up man them broads they wone save me this the home of the ass woopin buscuits in and the js on the streets charge mo than a penny aye! [chorus] [verse 2] man its grind time let my A shine when im bustin rhymes smokin pine my blood see through this Gerogia rhine and niggas dont love the A like I love the A i jest love the way the A smell errday A time to yo time yeh thats how it go smokin dro fuckin hoes on the city road when i stomped that bastard i left him with a bruise had FILA on my feet so it had to be the 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 put yo g's up in the class room crunk got my benny by my shit so i stay super drunk ridin downtown with a shot of tiquila jon introduce me to the gang hot like refa aye! [chorus] carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta yeah [chorus]