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DEVIL TO ATLANTA

NASAAN

Hip-Hop/Rap

420 Shazams

Musikvideo

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasaan Holton
Nasaan Holton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danyal Ahmed
Danyal Ahmed
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Ernest Adams
Ernest Adams
Songwriter
EVAN DOORLAY
EVAN DOORLAY
Songwriter
Nasaan Holton
Nasaan Holton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer
BOT
BOT
Producer
EJ Stellar
EJ Stellar
Producer
Soldado
Soldado
Producer

Songtexte

Brought the devil to Atlanta Have you ever jugged Have you ever met a scammer Ever been the jug Ever backed doored by a dancer Take you to the hood Make you pick out pick out pick out Yeah, gotta a bitch in the club with me Confessing her love to me Blue hundreds ain't cool no more Them shits like dubs to me Drivin' a coupe but its 4 door I park it and flex Yes, I trick if the pussy good baby I gotta invest Yes, bought a new whip can't drive Spending this shit like I'm ready to die Somebody point me to God SRT burn up 85 Kit on the body say wide Mind your business don't mind mine Bitch, i'm outside I pray to God in the evening Close my eyes hear There go my demons Think I need prescription drugs I already tried with Jesus Can't just say you love me baby Uh uh you gotta mean it Same hood said they loved my daddy Same hood left him bleeding Yes, brought the devil to Atlanta Have you ever jugged (hey big bro I said who you bank with) Have you ever met a scammer Ever been the jug Ever backed doored by a dancer Take you to the hood Make you pick out a bandana Yes, brought the devil to Atlanta Have you ever jugged Have you ever met a scammer Ever been the jug Ever back doored by a dancer Take you to the hood Make you pick out a bandana Thousand dollar Prada collar Birkin bag Crocodile Candy painted chevy impala Hundred's piled up, money piled up Hell cats on cats no scat or cap Came V8 enginem Matte it black Gang sipping wock Cant find no act Hoe that ain't this and this ain't that Monday in Magic the ones came in plastic I quarterback rack after rack I finna trick on a thotty Got work on her body But shawty still sleep on a mat I never once was a shooter I'm totin' my ruger My OG got killed playin craps I used to scam niggas so I could rap Lucifer proud of me pat on my back Yes, brought the devil to Atlanta Have you ever jugged (hey big bro Isaid who you bank with) Have you ever met a scammer Ever been the jug Ever back doored by a dancer Take you to the hood Make you pick out a bandana Yes, brought the devil to Atlanta Have you ever jugged Have you ever met a scammer Ever been the jug Ever back doored by a dancer Take you to the hood Make you pick out pick out pick out Error 404
Writer(s): Nasaan Holton, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Danyal Sarwar Ahmed, Ernest Adams, Evan Doorlay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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