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Atanga - Function (feat. Marx & Chidi) Lyrics



Atanga - Function (feat. Marx & Chidi) Lyrics




Boss up!
Quick
Yeah, yeah
Once upon a time not to long ago
Back when i was jumping like a rocket
Only bout a dollar in my pocket
Still living good though
Haters couldn't knock it nahh
Riddin with the homies
Checking out the options
Lookin for a spot where we can drop in
Role a little green for the tropics
Pull up to the spot lets get it poppin
All of my Niggas invited
But come with two ladies don't f*ck up the ratio
I hook the aux in the back of the stereo
We get to cranking the shit hysterical
I don't even know all the mother f*ckers
And these bitches look crazzy
Niggas got my room mad haze
Feel like i'm bout to meet Patrick Swayze
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
I'll leave your ass at the junction
No do not make no assumptions
This aint no party bitch its a function
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin
This aint no party bitch its a function
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin yeah
Who in this mother f*ckin bitch gettin lit
Boss up
Its private party
You a stranger homie
Gotta know somebody
For the entry sorry
Smoke in the air like the Russians bombing
Full of bad bitches and i aint no stallin
Had to kneel down like your nick name collin
And give me all the brain cuz i love the knowledge
Not a fan of college
Im a bad mother f*cka
Standing outside you a sad mother f*cka
If you in this mother f*cka get lit
Like no other event comin up
Like the world gone stop like tic tock
Throw my wrist watch
I aint ever on the clock
I aint ever gone stop
Like all the brakes shot
You can catch me on the block
Selling rock out my sock
Put milly on the aux
I been drinkin all night to get f*cked the f*ck up
I dont need no advice so bitch shut the f*ck up
She's a really pretty bitch who acts stuck the f*ck up
Put my dicky on her lips watch her that nut up
Oh thats my phone beurrrrrp answer
Let that gin talk from my soul
Whats her sign whooh cancer
I might leave that bitch alone
Only out here for a night
Bitch dont stress me with your shit
Im a really dirty dog
Need a really nasty bitch hey
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Boss up!
Quick
Yeah, yeah
Once upon a time not to long ago
Back when i was jumping like a rocket
Only bout a dollar in my pocket
Still living good though
Haters couldn't knock it nahh
Riddin with the homies
Checking out the options
Lookin for a spot where we can drop in
Role a little green for the tropics
Pull up to the spot lets get it poppin
All of my Niggas invited
But come with two ladies don't f*ck up the ratio
I hook the aux in the back of the stereo
We get to cranking the shit hysterical
I don't even know all the mother f*ckers
And these bitches look crazzy
Niggas got my room mad haze
Feel like i'm bout to meet Patrick Swayze
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
I'll leave your ass at the junction
No do not make no assumptions
This aint no party bitch its a function
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin
This aint no party bitch its a function
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin yeah
Who in this mother f*ckin bitch gettin lit
Boss up
Its private party
You a stranger homie
Gotta know somebody
For the entry sorry
Smoke in the air like the Russians bombing
Full of bad bitches and i aint no stallin
Had to kneel down like your nick name collin
And give me all the brain cuz i love the knowledge
Not a fan of college
Im a bad mother f*cka
Standing outside you a sad mother f*cka
If you in this mother f*cka get lit
Like no other event comin up
Like the world gone stop like tic tock
Throw my wrist watch
I aint ever on the clock
I aint ever gone stop
Like all the brakes shot
You can catch me on the block
Selling rock out my sock
Put milly on the aux
I been drinkin all night to get f*cked the f*ck up
I dont need no advice so bitch shut the f*ck up
She's a really pretty bitch who acts stuck the f*ck up
Put my dicky on her lips watch her that nut up
Oh thats my phone beurrrrrp answer
Let that gin talk from my soul
Whats her sign whooh cancer
I might leave that bitch alone
Only out here for a night
Bitch dont stress me with your shit
Im a really dirty dog
Need a really nasty bitch hey
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Writer: Atanga Mancho
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Length: 2:26
Written by: Atanga Mancho

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