Il testo della F.i.l.a. (forever i love atlanta)

Lil Scrappy

pochette album F.i.l.a. (forever i love atlanta)

Yeah! yeaah
Yeah! yeaah
This ya boy lil'jon
Yeah! bme cliq
Alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (okkkk)
About adidas and shit (okkkk)
Alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
Get out on our feet (okkkk)

Forever i love atlanta
Forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta
Forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta forever i love atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever i love atlanta
Forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta
Forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta forever i love atlanta (what!)
Forever i love atlanta forever i love atlanta (fila nigga)

I'm a graded baby atl
And all my life the avis so crunk as hell
You dont' wanna step to close or go to far
'cause where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars
Fila brought up from my head to my feet
Niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep
Man, south dekalb mall be the crunkest shit
Uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
I'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
I'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
When i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
This the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the i's on the street charge mo' than a penny

Niggas grind time let my a shine
When i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
My blood see through the georgia rhine
And niggas don't love the a like i love the a
I just love the way the a smell everyday
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
Fuckin' hoes on the city road
When i stomp that bastard i left him with a bruise
Got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
I live for the a i die for the a i ride for the a
So fuck what you say
What you know about i-20 to 285
Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
Gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
Got henny by my shit so i stay "supa" drunk
Ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
Jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like reefa

Carry the a on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that dranki
Reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up the
Off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one "shawty
Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even thoug
They hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our
From the a so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at
Yea