We can hop in the phantom like Danny
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage
Your nigga lame, he timid
I got money hoe don't you forget it
Got obsession with hundreds and fifty's
You got obsession with hating on niggas
I got some racks in this pouch it's Givenchy
Hating niggas I know one, too many
All in my face trying to act to familiar
I pop me some ak at dennys
Pop a lil perc and get dizzy
I smoke a blunt and then I forget you
I'm still cropping you out of that picture
I been grinding i'm still on a mission
I done popped me a thirty I'm lifted
And I'm still trying to f*cking forget you
I got problems I hope you can fix
We can hop in the phantom like Danny
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage, Hm
TPM Gene - Atlantis Lyrics
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We can hop in the phantom like Danny
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage
Your nigga lame, he timid
I got money hoe don't you forget it
Got obsession with hundreds and fifty's
You got obsession with hating on niggas
I got some racks in this pouch it's Givenchy
Hating niggas I know one, too many
All in my face trying to act to familiar
I pop me some ak at dennys
Pop a lil perc and get dizzy
I smoke a blunt and then I forget you
I'm still cropping you out of that picture
I been grinding i'm still on a mission
I done popped me a thirty I'm lifted
And I'm still trying to f*cking forget you
I got problems I hope you can fix
We can hop in the phantom like Danny
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage, Hm
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage
Your nigga lame, he timid
I got money hoe don't you forget it
Got obsession with hundreds and fifty's
You got obsession with hating on niggas
I got some racks in this pouch it's Givenchy
Hating niggas I know one, too many
All in my face trying to act to familiar
I pop me some ak at dennys
Pop a lil perc and get dizzy
I smoke a blunt and then I forget you
I'm still cropping you out of that picture
I been grinding i'm still on a mission
I done popped me a thirty I'm lifted
And I'm still trying to f*cking forget you
I got problems I hope you can fix
We can hop in the phantom like Danny
And she say that this foreign romantic
And these VVS on me be dancing
Chasing money I upped up the ante
And I dive in your hoe like Atlantis
And I squeeze and I smack on that fanny
When she sucking she eat me like candy
Bout to slide on my bitch in Atlanta
I be right with the sticks in the bando
And we lighting shit up like a candle
My bitch boujee she ain't got no manners
And I put that boy on like a sandal
And my boys yeah they ride round with hammers
We gone spin on his block and do damage, Hm
Writer: Rysaiah Thomas
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