Intro: Gucci Mane
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East Atlanta Day
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We don't fuck with 12, nigga
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East Atlanta Day
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Nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
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Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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It's a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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30's on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I'ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Nigga we don't give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
verse 1: Gucci Mane
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Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
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I got all this ice on me, shouldn't even brought out all this shit
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It's Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
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Nigga put his hands on me I'm goin' stupid in this bitch
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Eight-figure Gucci and I'm lookin' like the shit
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I got so much cash right now, don't know what to with all this shit
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Yo girlfriend lookin' at me like a groupie in this bitch
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So I'm boutta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
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This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch
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Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
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Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
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And the way lil' mama switchin' you can tell she from the 6
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I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
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Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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It's a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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30's on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I'ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Nigga we don't give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
verse 2: 21 Savage
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21 and PDE, that's the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
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I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta 'K (21)
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I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
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They didn't get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
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Drop down, broad day, niggas that Zone 6 shit, (Yeah)
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We ain't shoot nothin' but them sticks, (Yeah)
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Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
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I ain't got nun for a bitch, but a fat dick (21)
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Leave a nigga with a fat lip, yeah
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Chains on me blingin' ho
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Fucked yo baby momma, yo kid's Pampers need some changing ho (21)
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All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin' ho (21)
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We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don't come skraightenin' ho
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I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
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Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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It's a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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30's on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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I'ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Nigga we don't give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
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Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day