Come Down To Atlanta.

Oh oh, I be feeling so weak, yea
Got me weak in the knees for this treesh, yea
Have you ever felt a hug like a big sweater?
Even if you fucked, you could get better
What can I say? I'm a dick wetter (Eater!)
Even though I'm gay, I get your bitch wetter
Oh no, I'm not playing, this the Big Jetter
Come down to Atlanta for some good weather

I don't want my young nigga hanging 'round no killers
I don't want my son raised by a dog nigga
Man, this always on time
Pull it out the holster and don't waste no time
These diamonds look like boulders and they really shine
What the fuck you doing on Bouldercrest? You trying to die
I could literally get fly in six seconds, make a Vine
I got every type of strain for every type of vibe
Damn, Middy
Damn

Oh oh, I be feeling so weak, yea
Got me weak in the knees for this treesh, yea
Have you ever felt a hug like a big sweater?
Even if you fucked, you could get better
What can I say? I'm a dick wetter (Eater!)
Even though I'm gay, I get your bitch wetter
Oh no, I'm not playing, this the Big Jetter
I told him come down to Atlanta for some dick

Caidence saxophone solo



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Harris
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