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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Chris Wilson
Composição
Letra
Put my bitch in European leather
Hope you hear me write my open letter
I might miss the bitch but I don't sweat her
I been missing home I miss Atlanta
Bitch with me so thats the queen of Atlanta
Bitch with me so it ain't nothing to be scared of
I know Keisha, I'm the king of Atlanta
Free Young Thugger, free king slime out the slammer
Rest in peace to Lil Keed, rest in peace Jovita
I know you know who that is if you from Atlanta
If you from Atlanta
If you from Atlanta
I still get cold fuck
I get cold as fuck in Atlanta anyway
I just go roll it up
I could roll it up, and then smoke it to the face
I got some shooters down in Clayco
They gon' shoot it at ya motherfucking face
Put my bitch in European leather
Hope you hear me write my open letter
I might miss the bitch but I don't sweat her
I been missing home I miss Atlanta
If you Atlanta you gon' need to keep Beretta
If I step outside you gon' need to keep umbrella
Reason why is 'cause my drip fly, I'm like a propeller
I got close with all the tellers that's down in Atlanta
It was bound to happen, they know my withdrawal schedule
I got close with all the dealers 'cause they all my brothers
I been fighting all my demons, talking to the devil
I been hanging round some demons, some of 'em my brothers
Rest in peace to a couple of my brothers
Rest in peace I wish that I could still hug them
Need to visit my home back in Atlanta
Need to go back home, kiss my grandma
Atlanta
Atlanta
Atlanta
Writer(s): Chris Wilson
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