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ctlanta Video (MV)




Performed By: D-Millz
Language: English
Written by: DEMELIUS SIMPSON
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D-Millz - ctlanta Lyrics




Run up that shit like it's ándele
Got a text from Big Bro what we do today
Drop that top on the drop on that interstate

Please don't f*ck up my vibe or my mood today

Cin't got no time for no feelings I'm outta state
If you ain't really with me you in the way
Told that bitch ain't got time for no dinner date
Want it right now not a minute late

Running laps on that track bitch I been in shape
Back to back on these bitches like Michael J

I might break lil' bro out and go run away
How that f*ck is they real and they known to hate
Boy these niggas be bitches like Holiday

I'm impatient sometimes I don't wanna wait
Hard work dedication took some faith
Got on my knees and I had to Pray

Ya that young nigga exclusive
Oh they wanna know how a nigga moving (cyy)
Hustling & flowing like Lucious
On the road tryna blow with this music

Prolly want Milly to lose it
They depending on me I can't lose it
Can't stop gotta pop I'm improving
If you think a nigga stop bitch you stupid

Ya it's time to change the game I'ma level up
Out that twat I wasn't born to be regular (cyy)

F*ck all these hoes I ain't saving nun
F*ck these bitches the loot on the schedule

Count my blessings, I swear that I'm blessing up
Give a f*ck if they ten steps ahead of us
Bringing pressure I swear I ain't giving up

Many days on the couch I was broke as f*ck
Now I came up!

Run up that shit like it's ándele
Got a text from Big Bro what we do today
Drop that top on the drop on that interstate
Please don't f*ck up my vibe or my mood today

Cin't got no time for no feelings I'm outta state
If you ain't really with me you in the way
Told that bitch ain't got time for no dinner date
Want it right now not a minute late

Running laps on that track bitch I been in shape
Back to back on these bitches like Michael J

I might break lil' bro out and go run away
How that f*ck is they real and they known to hate
Boy these niggas be bitches like Holiday

I'm impatient sometimes I don't wanna wait
Hard work dedication took some faith
Got on my knees and I had to Pray (cyy)

(How a nigga moving)
(Hustling & flowing like Lucious)
(On the road tryna blow with this music)
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English

Run up that shit like it's ándele
Got a text from Big Bro what we do today
Drop that top on the drop on that interstate

Please don't f*ck up my vibe or my mood today

Cin't got no time for no feelings I'm outta state
If you ain't really with me you in the way
Told that bitch ain't got time for no dinner date
Want it right now not a minute late

Running laps on that track bitch I been in shape
Back to back on these bitches like Michael J

I might break lil' bro out and go run away
How that f*ck is they real and they known to hate
Boy these niggas be bitches like Holiday

I'm impatient sometimes I don't wanna wait
Hard work dedication took some faith
Got on my knees and I had to Pray

Ya that young nigga exclusive
Oh they wanna know how a nigga moving (cyy)
Hustling & flowing like Lucious
On the road tryna blow with this music

Prolly want Milly to lose it
They depending on me I can't lose it
Can't stop gotta pop I'm improving
If you think a nigga stop bitch you stupid

Ya it's time to change the game I'ma level up
Out that twat I wasn't born to be regular (cyy)

F*ck all these hoes I ain't saving nun
F*ck these bitches the loot on the schedule

Count my blessings, I swear that I'm blessing up
Give a f*ck if they ten steps ahead of us
Bringing pressure I swear I ain't giving up

Many days on the couch I was broke as f*ck
Now I came up!

Run up that shit like it's ándele
Got a text from Big Bro what we do today
Drop that top on the drop on that interstate
Please don't f*ck up my vibe or my mood today

Cin't got no time for no feelings I'm outta state
If you ain't really with me you in the way
Told that bitch ain't got time for no dinner date
Want it right now not a minute late

Running laps on that track bitch I been in shape
Back to back on these bitches like Michael J

I might break lil' bro out and go run away
How that f*ck is they real and they known to hate
Boy these niggas be bitches like Holiday

I'm impatient sometimes I don't wanna wait
Hard work dedication took some faith
Got on my knees and I had to Pray (cyy)

(How a nigga moving)
(Hustling & flowing like Lucious)
(On the road tryna blow with this music)
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Writer: DEMELIUS SIMPSON
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