F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) — текст песни (Lil Scrappy f Lil Jon)

[Intro: Lil` Jon (Lil` Scrappy)]
Yeah! Yeah! (I`m just BME)
Yeah! Yeah! (I`m just BME)
This ya boy Lil`Jon (I`m just BME)
Yeah! BME Click
A lot of y`all niggaz be talkin` `bout Air Force Ones and shit (O-k-k-k)
A lot of y`all niggaz be talkin` `bout Adidas and shit (O-k-k-k)
But me and my niggaz we rock the mothafuckin FILAs (O-k-k-k)
Thats what we got on our feet (O-k-k-k)
Scrappy what`s up?

[Chorus: Lil Scrappy (Lil Jon) 2x]
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]
I`m a Grady baby, ATL
And all my life the ?? so crunk as hell
You don`t wanna step too close or go too far
Cause where I`m from, shawdy, niggaz beat you down with they cars
Fila, Prada, from my head to my feet
Niggaz on the block with the rock they don`t sleep
Man, South Dekalb Mall be the crunkest shit
You can roll through Buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
I`m a giant ass playa, I`ll stomp on a hater
I`ma pop the shit off in Zone 3, the Decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I don`t care if you over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them broads they wanna save me
This the home of the ass where my biscuit`s in
And the J`s on the street charge mo` than a penny A!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Niggaz grind time let my A shine
When I`m bussin rhymes smokin pine
My blood see through like Georgia wine
And niggaz don`t love the A like I love the A
I just love the way the A smell everyday
A town to yo` town yeah this how it go
Smokin dro` fuckin` hoes on the city road
When I stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
Got Fila on my feet so it had to be a 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`d up get yo` G`s up in the classroom crunk
Got henny by my shit so I stay super drunk
Ridin` downtown with a shot of tequila
Jon introduced me to the gang I`m hot like reefer
A!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Carry the A on my back like a torture rack
I`ma represent it if you scared to go handle that
Drankin` on crunk, reminiscin` on crunk years
It`s 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 don`t 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 niggaz think they hard
Ain`t nothin harder than Stone Mountain, I swear to god
Yeah y`all 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 2x]



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