paroles de chanson Banned From Atlanta - Jourdan Brothern

(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)

If my brother don't fuck with you, I don't
Yeah, calling a Samsung bitch on a iPhone
Yeah, lil' bitty bitch better watch your tone
Told that lil' bitch to leave me alone
That lil' bitch want me to pick up the phone
I left her alone man, damn
I'm banned from Atlanta
I'm sipping that wock like it's Fanta
I hop in a ghost, then I hop in a phantom
Yeah you still hating, but I'm in ya planner
They keep on playing, this choppa gone blam him
I know when she naughty, that bitch call me Santa
I know when she naughty, that bitch call me Santa
I got me Designer, ain't talking no Panda

Hahaha
All you niggas stupid, retarded
Send him gas just like we farted
You can't stop so why you start it?
I don't play with boys, but I fuck wit Carti
I feel like Nas, I'm late to the party, tardy
Pull up with a draco, Mazzi
Swerve off in a brand new 'Rarri
Had to call up my boy Mari
Now she know I won the lotty
We gon fuck all on this thottie
I just pulled a big ole body
Told that bitch "I don't say sorry"
Go to different niggas, you want that clouty
Huh, huh huh?
I am so rich, but my name not Roddy
Me and Geo stacking all them bands, huh
Fans, huh
I got me like 30 something bands, huh
Hands, huh
Hit my opp with a fucking pan, huh
Plans, huh
All these niggas, they don't understand, huh
'Stand, huh
I don't give handouts, put yo hands back in
I just caught my fucking opp outside lacking
I just pulled up in a brand new motherfuckin' black Benz
I can't be seen with you niggas, not even my black friends

If my brother don't fuck with you, I don't
Yeah, calling a Samsung bitch on a iPhone
Yeah, lil' bitty bitch better watch your tone
Told that lil' bitch to leave me alone
That lil' bitch want me to pick up the phone
I left her alone man, damn
I'm banned from Atlanta
I'm sipping that wock like it's Fanta
I hop in a ghost, then I hop in a phantom
Yeah you still hating, but I'm in ya planner
They keep on playing, this choppa gone blam him
I know when she naughty, that bitch call me Santa
I know when she naughty, that bitch call me Santa
I got me Designer, ain't talking no Panda