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ATLANTA by VVS DIOR Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Intro: VVS DIOR]
(EMKAY)
Yea Yea
Yea Yea Yea Yea (Va-Va)
Yea Yea Yea Yea (Va-Va)

[Chorus: VVS DIOR]
Molly mix with Codeine syrup in the sprinter van
Lifestyle different nana clips on a 100 grand
Gucci wrapped tight round my head like I'm Taliban
They gon run yo pockets, switch up on you, how you claim we gang
(yeah)
Fresh Prince Atlanta, ATL I feel like will smith (yeah)
Put me in a museum ain't no touchin' this drip (it's lit)
Hennessey and Paul Masson you took too many sips
Done this for so long fuck these hoes no retirin'

[Verse 1: VVS Dior]

Did 4 seasons in the slammer wе was living hell (yeah)
Now I'm really sеrvin' up the base, cook it, sell (cook it sell)
Way my gun sing Rollin in the Deep Adele (alright)
Holo tip the shell
And my lifestyle, it's a living hell (living hell)
You said that you got more guns than me, I couldn't tell (couldn't tell)
This a gunfight you bring your fists Imma use em shells
Aye aye
Living hell
[Chorus: VVS DIOR]
Molly mix with Codeine syrup in the sprinter van
Lifestyle different nana clips on a 100 grand
Gucci wrapped tight round my head like I'm Taliban
They gon run yo pockets, switch up on you, how you claim we gang
(yeah)
Fresh Prince Atlanta, ATL I feel like will smith (yeah)
Put me in a museum ain't no touchin' this drip (it's lit)
Hennessey and Paul Masson you took too many sips
Done this for so long fuck these hoes no retirin'

[Verse 2: VVS Dior]

I just hit ATL straight to MIA
No one's seen your girl guess she went MIA
When I say MIA I meant I nut on her face
Perpetual time but I can't even read the face (yeah yeah)
I ain't taking no addressin less it's next best (next best)
They talkin' shit I can’t hear it from no ex flex (ex flex)
I came fitted like a magazine got best dressed (best dressed)
It was suit and tie I showed up with a killtec

[Pre-Chorus: VVS DIOR]
...
Run the hook back boy
[Chorus: VVS DIOR]
Molly mix with Codeine syrup in the sprinter van
Lifestyle different nana clips on a 100 grand
Gucci wrapped tight round my head like I'm Taliban
They gon run yo pockets, switch up on you, how you claim we gang
Fresh Prince Atlanta, ATL I feel like will smith (yeah)
Put me in a museum ain't no touchin' this drip (it's lit)
Hennessey and Paul Masson you took too many sips
Done this for so long fuck these hoes no retirin'