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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slicklaflare
Slicklaflare
Vocals
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
24hrs
24hrs
Performer
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Davis III
Robert Davis III
Songwriter

Lyrics

A-A-Ayy, Slick, turn that beat up We back at it, yeah EA DJ Drama EA time, 12AM in Atlanta 24 (24) Yeah, homie, you know what's happenin', okay Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people 12AM in ATL, the sequel (Yessir, yessir) Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that Hundreds sit on hundreds, that's a whole lotta racks I could swoop you up in Cascade, then we drivin' right back I just popped a Percocet, I got forty minutes max Yeah, she like when I hit from the back Then she wanna climb on top of me Diamonds dance like that Look like choreography 40 Glock on me, nigga, you ain't robbin' me Shawty love my jeans, say she want a pic of me Yeah, she like when I hit from the back Then she wanna climb on top of me Diamonds dance like that Look like choreography Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your) We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom) Pick a bitch out from her style (Yeah, yeah) Only fuckin' bougie bitches now (Only fuckin' bougie bitches) Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet) Used to be that nigga, then you lost it (Yeah) Pick a bitch out from her style (Yeah) Only fuckin' bougie bitches now (Only fuckin' bougie bitches) (Okay) Only fuckin' bougie bitches now (Okay) If she stuck him (Yeah) I'm gon' stick it in her motherfuckin' mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Turn a bougie bitch into a thot, and then I trap her house out (Trap her house it, trap it, trap it) We got sticks and we got bricks, I hit it in the couch (Hit it in the couch) Yeah, I am Mr. Trap It Out (Yeah), Mr. Count That Money (Money) Mr. Have a Nigga Killed, have him dead by the morning (Fah-fah) Get the mic with the stand, know that stick just performin' (Wow) I just fucked up the whole show 'Cause that bullshit, I stay on it (Uh-huh) Know them bool, hit the condo (Yeah) Got a bitch who gon' suck on me (Bang) She's a groupie One night stand that ho and pass her to my homies (Yeah) Then I send her right back to her nigga Bitch, you never lonely (Bitch, you never) And you know I keep it on me (Yeah) just in case he wanna trip (Yeah) Why you wanna hit me with your problems? (Hit me with your) We went to the top from the bottom (From the bottom) Pick a bitch out from her style (Yeah, yeah) Only fuckin' bougie bitches now (Only fuckin' bougie bitches) Way too much designer in my closet (In my closet) Used to be that nigga, then you lost it (Yeah) Pick a bitch out from her style (Yeah) Only fuckin' bougie bitches now (Only fuckin' bougie bitches) Pick a bitch out from her style Only fuckin' bougie bitches now Legendary Like Gangsta Grillz back in '05 ATL type vibes Gotta live it to know it 24
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