Houston Atlanta

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[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Houston, Atlanta Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat, hit her with that Texas grammar Yeah Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat [Verse 1] Look at my Fanta When I leave Houston, I pour in Atlanta, my bitch like a panda Black and white, all I need is the green in my money counter Look at my ice, nigga, I feel like Turell Santana Yeah, niggas say we at war, I think it's just propaganda Yeah, no Bob the Builder, but my niggas, they still carry hammers Yeah, made the work flip, got a bad bitch in Alabama Yeah, but my niggas tryna re-up Got a fam' be loyal, jaffin' prenups And my Mom camе over on a Visa Now I'm in the Benz rollin' weed up Got a Spanish ting namеd Maria But damn, she look just like Aleeyah I just poured a four in a liter Then I skrrt-skrrt in a Beamer Then it's back to the dough Yeah, back to the money, yeah, back to the gualla, yeah, we done sold all of the dope [Chorus] Houston, Atlanta Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat, hit her with that Texas grammar Yeah Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat, hit her with that Texas grammar [Verse 2] Look, uh Said I ain't got shit to prove I ain't got shit to lose I got too much to do I'm not in different crews I'm not in different crews I done came up and they see it FaceTimein' no money and cheesin' In love with the money, I need it In love with the money, I need it Uh, yeah Gango Whole lot of bitches with the bankrolls Yeah, there he go Whole lot of cash but the fame, ho Real nigga, one hundred I done made somethin' from nothin' Tee got a few apes on it Outcome, a nigga wait on it, yeah Facin' this, don't pass it, ass, you're broke as a joke and I'm laughing, uh Makin' this shit look like magic, uh All of you niggas so average All of you niggas so passive I know you hate on the low Makin' the money and stack it, uh I cost a brick for a show [Chorus] Houston, Atlanta Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat, hit her with that Texas grammar Yeah Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, Atlanta to Houston Houston, Atlanta to Houston, Atlanta Yeah, out with my crew and I just poured up out a dirty Fanta Yeah Georgia peach, ass fat