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I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby

Throw your A's up, peace down, I-20, eastbound
All I smoke is loud, if we talkin' 'bout how my trees sound
Darris pull the track up, TEC gon' lay the beat down
I was on my groove 'til Molly said "Let's eat now"
Last week I ran game on her, girl who had a frame on her
I gave her my number, she don't call? Shame on her
Plus she ain't have no ring on her, my partner said
"CyHi, you got some weed? Cause you always got some stankonia"
That's when I got that call, like somebody tryna pull a prank on yah
She's like "I wanna smoke, but all I got is some bad purp"
This the chick from last week, I guess I'm not a bad flirt
Meet me outside of Patchwork, but I gotta stop by Zack's first
Shawty wanna fuck Mr. Never-Had-A-Wack verse
Say she passin' Leather Street, cruisin' like Penelope
Sound like my favorite melody, fidelity, no jealousy
So if you keep it cool, we as smooth as Raphael Saadiq
This what I tell a freak

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby

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(Intro)
Yeah, a lot of muthafuckas gon’ ask me where I’ve been
Ya know, I’m working, fool
Don’t worry about me, I’m chillin’, I’m good
Get it? I’m good
I got my feet up somewhere coming up with some dope shit like this
Y’all feel me?

What you know about a manicure and pedicure?
Shawty, you won’t understand until your brain mature
I dress Couture and you can rest assure
I only fuck a bitch once, then act like I never knew her
Unless the head is pure, I keep the best manure
Treat every nigga like the Feds cause you’re never sure
Top down in the summer time
Smelling like Bond No.9 with a foreign dime
Haters see me bend the corner in the Coupe de Ville
Barbequin’ ass niggas, all y’all do is grill
Claimin’ they got beef but I don’t do the ribs
But this baby .380 in my lap will shoot you through the crib
Your girl treat me like a pacifier,
Then I make her come first like an appetizer
When I’m done, I smoke a sack of fire
Now I’m chillin’ on the couch with my

(Hook)
Feet up
Feet up
I get money everyday
I’m chillin’ with my
Feet up
Feet up
In a different country everyday
From Spain back to the A

Most niggas who get it fast, always finish last
School of Hard Knocks and they didn’t pass
Never went to college to be a business major
But when I fly, they keep puttin’ me in business class
Probably because I’m gettin’ cash
I don’t know a stripper in Atlanta that I didn’t smash
These niggas hurtin’ cause they broke, put ‘em in a cast
We shop at Saks Fifth, you shop at Jimmy Jazz
Balenciaga, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Semi automatic, I don’t have too many problems
I’m in Nan’s, I’m in Houston’s, I’m in Benihana’s
I be fresh as hell, even when I’m in pajamas
I ain’t chillin’ in the hood, cause I ain’t with the drama
“We barely see you CyHi!”, barely see my Momma
I’m with the biggest artist in the world, and that’s in any genre
I’m somewhere smokin’ marijuana with my

(Hook)
Feet up
Feet up
I get money everyday
I’m chillin’ with my
Feet up
Feet up
In a different country everyday
From Spain back to the A

(Bridge)
I’m ridin’ in my ‘Lac, just me and my .380
Smokin’ somethin’ good, finna’ go and pick up this broad
And she might be your lady, we gon’ drink and roll some kush
Now I got her in my bed with her

(Hook)
Feet up
Feet up
I get money everyday
I’m chillin’ with my
Feet up
Feet up
In a different country everyday
From Spain back to the A.

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[Hook]
Slick, slick, slick, slick
Slick, slick, slick, slick
They slick acting like haters
They slick acting like hoes
They slick jocking my rocking
They slick jocking my clothes
I’m slick getting this money
I’m slick getting this dough
Erything this slick has been slicking all over my clothes

[Verse 1]
Watch you know about slick talk?
Nigga I’m a zone 6 boss
My neck is ice and my wrist frost
Tell them broke niggas get lost
My jeans peace that slick cost
You click weed, y’all slick soft
Don’t get hit with that dumper nigga
Tryna dump a nigga with that Chris Cross
I’m fresh as hell in this thick slick
Your girl I slick hit
Trust me dawg, I ain’t lying
I don’t tell the stories that’s slick writ
Took her to the crib, big 6
I swing wood, I sweet chick
My money long like Stacey Auburn
Bitch I’m balling on 66
Shawty slick be hain, all the misbehaving
You don’t get a hater fucked up
And I tryna be begging
I treat bitch like bank accounts
I will never be chasing
I slick be checking hoes,
Y’all slick be having

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m slick this, slick that
I’m with a thick bitch with a 6 pack
She ask me how her hair look
I said I like it better when it’s slick back
Riding round with a slick rack
Got a lot of hoes, I’m a slick rack
Damn girl you fine as hell
End to that so sleep well
I’m slicker than a can of oil
Some hoes say I’m mean, some hoes say I’m spoil
If the bitch is Spanish, she cook all those compoyos
I slick be smoking tree, you slick be smoking soil
I’m talking slick, do you understand my swing?
With you’re still fucking with the same niggas
I used to swang with
You slick jelly, use your mind, cause you ain’t slick
I got these lames pissed
Cause I sleep with they main bitch

[Hook] X 2

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Hook:
Yeah ok I rap the..of my city
holy down for my town
I’m run down that 20
hell yeah is bound
no real nigga ain’t banking
all the way to stole mine
I’m throwing on to A-town
going on to A-town

Okay I’m blind out no limits
Keep ti big to my crowd
I hit the moll and I spit it
all just money I ..
I remember the ..palace
I remember the bounce
going on to A-town
going on to A-town

ATL home at the brain
so I had to make it zone for the A
shut it do the born for them raise
I remember the shit till I’m gone in the gray
busta like the ..with the gage
I’m sicker than the CBC
money longer than ..street street
been here before..
south side to the north side
I met the house to the court side
come to my city and the tour guy
I can take you to the .. this the new Atlanta
I’m a country nigga so excuse my manners
every night of the week it’s a club poppin
are you see a star like the movie channel
take it to the bluff and we kill the..
all these shottie movie use the..
I know they pissed off
could this shit..and only nigga we can use the..
money green from the new .. money A town so I had to do the..
zone to the.. shout out to the ..’cause I

[Hook:]

ATL we back on the map
with every little nigga we got a strap in this laugh
anyway I just path capital..
blind out twenty ..as I turn the wheel as I turn the feel
around the corner as summer feel
I have sex with the girls as four seasons
had a bitch criminal time it’s filled
got me roads to Jimmy corner
from back the roll to ill town
this is why I made a lot of money
from all the benz that I mild down
my ..said that I was..bound
you trippin bitch you fail down
now drop out the school could a nigga open..
but look at me I’m doing well now
..with the win of grammy
bout sheavy you ..the candy
words of the shit like the high school
..have a girl with ..shammy
I..high AKA mister bag a bitch like coga
I just grab a..in Atlanta
I do this shit with..

[Hook:]

Riding in the cut list smoking on the black
minute don’t kick multi..than that
spit it than that ain’t nothing…than that
ain’t nothing better than that
see the..shit like sell the fame that
all the sneaks entertain that
better take to the ..last nigga came here talking shit
and never came back
nigga I’m hot, hot like eaga p**sy
rolling at the heavy way crap crib lay back
the chick lay back my seat lay back
yeah everything match, never try we brave nigga we take you home at that
you look at ..whatever it’s the zone for that
getting paper ain’t nothing wrong with that
it was ..maybe camera wrong make me feel like this
or maybe outcast make me feel like this
switch up if you feel like this
..we get the charge we still got ..
thick it’s a dirty name if you skip at that
blame me on red and black what better than that
ain’t nothing better than that, ain’t nothing better than that

[Hook:]

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damn baby, you’re sexy!
what you’re scared for?
you think that i’m gonna find out
you wanna say something?
i ain’t gonna tell him myself
ha, oh man, baby we’re grown, feel me

i hear first night, she's worried, i think that she’s a groupie
but i know i’m still probably gonna take her to the movies
i find myself in another delicate situation
cause i can’t date you we can’t talk about it, i'm at the holiday inn

chorus:
oh, and if you don’t tell your girlfriends
then i won’t tell the crew
no one has to know about the crazy shit we do
i can keep on the low, girl
i don’t kiss and tell
no one has to know about,
what goes on in this hotel.
i won’t tell a soul!

she’s mad at me, cause i forgot to call her on her birthday
but i’ve been running round, what makes you wanna fuck me in the first place?
but i don’t like you, enough to think 'bout making you my lady
i only call you when i'm in town i know that drives you crazy

chorus:
oh, and if you don’t tell your girlfriends
then i won’t tell the crew
no one has to know about the crazy shit we do
i can keep on the low, girl
i don’t kiss and tell
no one has to know about,
what goes on in this hotel.
i won’t tell a soul!
(what you mean to…
i don’t even watch television)
i won’t tell a soul!
and i don’t own a telescope
you feel me?

i got this girl i met in kansas
originally from witchita
she say she’s from the country so i pulled up bumpin' tim mcgraw
i got a few dollars in my budget
uh, so i scooped her in the rental car
yeah, i took her back to the w
reached inside the mini bar
and poured us both a cup of goose
then i rolled up, like a rubber do
first i lay you on the bed
then i coco butter you
then we do what lovers do
on top of the covers, ooh!
damn, girl you’re sexy!
you gonna make me baby mother you
then she said, what am i gonna tell my friends?
and this is what i told her, before i put it in!

chorus:
if you don’t tell your girlfriends
then i won’t tell the crew
no one has to know about the crazy shit we do!
i can keep on the low, girl
i don’t kiss and tell
no one has to know about,
what goes on in this hotel.
i won’t tell a soul!
i won’t tell a soul!

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