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atlanta - rich woan lyrics

[intro]
pause
pour a liter
sip it up
dayum, it’s time
turn the beat up, flocko

[verse 1: rich woan]
whoa! just sold forty*two ounces
just woke up, and on my d*ck she bouncing
what happened to peter parker? his baby face melting
ayy, woan, show these n*ggas what you really about
this hoe could get deleted, with her pill poppin’ ass
remember times, i was still cl!cked on eavesdropping ave
that n*gga dead, j*money smoke, i mean all disrespect
she on the row, give her the d, like my homie back here
i*i*i*i’m in that two*seat lambo, swerving next to cops, we leave bodies up in bando’s
drug dealers apologies can never be accepted in this economy, f*ck 30 packs, i’m smokin’ twenty*one up in the hospital
you best believe that metro boomin’ really still trash
n*gga, i’m like that, like i’m kanye west, on no mercy ave
b*tch, i don’t f*ck with you, unless you suck it with no hands
they call me cb, cuz i’m just trying to get to the dance
ayy, plug, you got the purp, i’m just tryna’ roll up, my time is effortless, so i got time to be in the club
that hoe a thot, she just took her panties off trying to f*ck, but she don’t know me, i got b*tches at my crib that’s a [?]

[verse 2: d*row & rich woan]
why the f*ck she think she playin’ with a n*gga?
if death row calls, better hide yo’self quicker (yaah!)
uugh! rock ya’ sh*t, like a$ap (yuuh!)
you want to get face f*cked, tell her, lay back
yuh, criminal records could never show you the life that i lived
i’d sell again, you wanted two diesels, you would owe me ten
if you added five ounces to ten, better add it up quicker
but, when granddaddy in the air, purple’s the bigger picture (grand)
my biggest opp got locked up, all i did was laugh
took a shot, and started selling minors cave gold
pocket full of pistols, you get turned to a poker*face, went through checks, went in debt, going through the fate
my daddy told me, “how would i ever live with a n*gga like this?”
i told him chill, the reason why i owed you some slips, permission slips but they weren’t for school field trips (field)
i sent him two, he started yelling, throwing a fit
i looked at bro, and said “this is the reason why i left this b*tch”
i’m still a two stepper, slanging painted pepper, ever black, nor white
said if i don’t got my gun, me and you can just fight, i keep b*k, not the borough, but it is made of metal (c’mon)
when d*row comes around, n*ggas hiding they couples, yes sir (yaugh)
[verse 3: rich woan]
i never seen a n*gga once spare time to break bread with me
if i was ya’ dealer, i wouldn’t raid your father’s farmacy
i bet you take pills, you won’t passing atlanta’s property
poetry? you stupid if you think my life is poetry
talk history, why the f*ck would woan be making history
the history books is too big to fit a bigger n*gga in there, let’s talk relationships
brittney, i thought we would be a couple, but turns out, you would rather see me drown in a puddle
surpassed the drug lords, and found my way up over the fence
sometime we different, show the whole world my life makes sense
f*ck if you don’t know me, n*ggas still owe me about 10k for coke
the coke i sold was in my two*stepper period
inherited my father’s genes, deebo on perimeter
seen my music blowin’ up, that might have been a clue to start a career
f*ck what you think, this a life*lesson for part*time careers
sometimes you gotta pop out and show n*ggas what you can do, prove em’ wrong, don’t be out here lookin’ like no fool (ya son rock, n*gga)

[chorus]
pop a perc’ right in the corner
what yo’ next move, playa
coi leray baggin’
f*ck tags, i’m all in this b*tch
couldn’t coldswitch on n*ggas, cause i’m takin’ they b*tch

[verse 4: d*row]
my present on christmas wasn’t toys, it was coke and fenty
pourin’ liquor to the line, it was time to get benty
shorty almost crossed the line, but that sh*t would be worth it
to f*ck a opp n*gga b*tch, watch as he sit, lookin’ stupid
come get your b*tch back, and j*money, don’t know how the f*ck y’all lost that
i get money, most n*ggas cannot relate, cause you sit back
on y’all asses, ya’ll don’t ever try to get up and spin
that n*gga ten, he a child, put some energy in shootin’
tommy hilfiger is who you think about, instead who you rootin’?
r.w. stands for rich woan, and rotating wins
stating, both me and rich woan keep rotating the benz
real k!llers, they don’t promise they won’t copy the trend
you sellin’ nine? add twenty ounces, then minus ten
bullets ascend, to break a dome from one into ten, i need a den
i’m a big dog, bit off my leash being stupid again
live your life, graduate school, get a membership for a gym
baby shower, baby mama’s and daddy’s, and baby hours
n*ggas cowards, wanna talk about me in interviews, don’t shower
i use p.g, that e.de, that d*i*o*r
pop the smoke bomb, she a throat god, get a f*e*v*e*r
we light money up in a g.m.o
mix j, purp, a*c*k
47 bodies from the jump, cause homeboys keep mad ak’s
if you wanna talk, go after your relatives, psst! i’m someone that don’t wanna play
[outro]
shh, that’s a dead person!

- rich woan lyrics

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