ATL ft. The Prophecy Lyrics

(Yeah)

Bad bitch from Atlanta

And I think that she a dancer

Yeah she told me that I'm handsome

Road 224 we the second floor to Hampton

Flight from Tampa, it just landed

And my heart is still damaged, uh

From an ex-bitch that was average, uh

Fuck it though, I'm living lavish

Knew that bitch wasn't lasting

I can't go out sad

Purple jeans forgot the belt, so my pants they sag

Bitches love the way that I walk through, uh-uh

Bitches love the way that I walk through

You're not one of one, I can replace you

Take two

Thought you was the one, but bitch it ain't you

Told me that you love me, but I hate you

Tell me that you love me, but I hate you

Now that bitch is crying, need a tissue

Reading through the lines, I see a clear view

Said she want me back, but I don't miss you

Bad bitch from Atlanta

And I think that she a dancer

Yeah she told me that I'm handsome

Road 224 we the second floor to Hampton

Said that you a bad bitch show me

Time ticking Rollie, you don't even know me

Most these bitches phony

And she call me when she horny

Little bitch yeah she on me

She's salute me like the army

Think she in the Illuminati

She a bad bitch, she a hottie

She got Teremana in her body

And I'm feeling lit up off the molly

Bad bitch from Atlanta

And I think that she a dancer

Yeah she told me that I'm handsome

Road 224 we the second floor to Hampton

Flight from Tampa, it just landed

And my heart is still damaged, uh

From an ex-bitch that was average, uh

Fuck it though, I'm living lavish

Got my money and my weed now I'm coolin'

Off the shrooms, bitch I'm feeling like a nuisance

Get some money and you switch up it don't make sense

All this shit you talking about, pretend

Said she want some za zee

Let me paint your body

She make this a hobby

She goin' crazy sloppy