Decatur

I'm tryna hit hit from the back
And make that ass fat
Oh you a snack I wanna nibble
I'm a dog I like the cat
Sorry I do not eat ass
Baby I got to much class
Baby I'm after them racks
Wasn't fucking wimme I was down bad
Smoking that gas to a ash
Smoking that gas to a roach
Got this p twenty two in this rain coat
Put that paper over pussy you cant play me hoe
I'm born in Decatur
Decatur where its greater

We all after paper
We all after dough
For them hundreds twenties fifties
They might kick your door
My boy A E like rocko from cambelton road
Where them bricks get sold
They might wipe to nose
Shoutout hotshot cope
Post on goby road
Remember going to bankhead just to wash my clothes
Eating hans hoe
Free pick for fun hoe
Smoke by the ton hoe
Nigga if you ain't know
We want the bag we want the cash
Kick in ya house come through the back
Takin the weed taking the cash
Even the crumbs let me get that
Slap with the mag right in your face
Young niggas wild they do not play
Hitting the store dropping a tape
Og's ain't teach shit noway
Ain't no playing in ga
Got this thirty on my waist
Got this fanny on my shoulder I'll shoot you in your face
Thinking it's sweet tongue getting split
You gonna cry bleed like a bitch
Oh thats your bitch I didn't know
I just only caught the throat now

I'm tryna hit hit from the back
And make that ass fat
Oh you a snack I wanna nibble
I'm a dog I like the cat
Sorry I do not eat ass
Baby I got to much class
Baby I'm after them racks
Wasn't fucking wimme I was down bad
Smoking that gas to a ash
Smoking that gas to a roach
Got this p twenty two in this rain coat
Put that paper over pussy you cant play me hoe
I'm born in Decatur
Decatur where its greater



Credits
Writer(s): Quatez Foster
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