CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Atomic Bomb
313 Mafia
Damn, Glo, you killed this one
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Ninety-nine cent iced tea, five hundred dollar deuce
Step in Dolce & Gabbana, these five hundred dollar shoes
I be with them big sharks, no piranhas 'round me, boo
Atomic bomb, the drop in the pop, I need pajamas, dude
than a b*t*h, I got pieces and they hit
Stan like Keanu Reeves, he be creeping with the blick
Bro J. J. Watt with Glock, if he see you, he gon’ blitz
Dub on me, show my ass [?] like [?] in this b*t*h
New sauce, foreign shorts, I'm looking for a MILF
BNT talk, I'll get a little brother killed
shoot and don’t his sh*t
Soon as you're done sucking, baby, yeah, I gotta dip
These n***as hoes, it's hard to believe that they got a d**k
If I had a Glock, best believe that it got a d**k
If yo b*t*h coming over, duh, she got the d**k
And she told you all she did was suck the tip
Aye, I could show you how to make some pape, f**k a [?] trade
Turn a opp house to Zap Zone, we gon' score with lasers
Suck a d**k, I'll scam yo granny, that was for my haters
Running up up in LA, b*t*h, we score like Lakers
I eat hibachi everyday, I'm Benihana Man
I'll slam dunk on yo b*t*h, I'm Juwanna Mann
I know n***as not rich, you ain’t Roddy, man
I can’t teach you how to fly but the choppa can
Fendi and Dior, designer on my body
I'm tryna kill a hundred opps, I be thinking like a Nazi
Japanese Fanta, extra rice in my hibachi
The type to turn into a zombie, slide with automatic Tommies
sh*ttyBoyz the KripyLife [?] we f**king people mama
Please put yo ’Woods out, I smell [?] zaza
If I f**k, I'll never ever put on a condom
Man, f**k being the GOAT, I wanna be the Dalai Lama
Man, you heard Kidd, he the Dalai Lama
Big-ass 7.62, stuff the chop with rockets
Stuff a twenty ball in my Amiris, I done popped a pocket
Never once seen a price tag and said I'm not gon' cop it
Damn, Glo, you killed this one
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Ninety-nine cent iced tea, five hundred dollar deuce
Step in Dolce & Gabbana, these five hundred dollar shoes
I be with them big sharks, no piranhas 'round me, boo
Atomic bomb, the drop in the pop, I need pajamas, dude
than a b*t*h, I got pieces and they hit
Stan like Keanu Reeves, he be creeping with the blick
Bro J. J. Watt with Glock, if he see you, he gon’ blitz
Dub on me, show my ass [?] like [?] in this b*t*h
New sauce, foreign shorts, I'm looking for a MILF
BNT talk, I'll get a little brother killed
shoot and don’t his sh*t
Soon as you're done sucking, baby, yeah, I gotta dip
These n***as hoes, it's hard to believe that they got a d**k
If I had a Glock, best believe that it got a d**k
If yo b*t*h coming over, duh, she got the d**k
And she told you all she did was suck the tip
Aye, I could show you how to make some pape, f**k a [?] trade
Turn a opp house to Zap Zone, we gon' score with lasers
Suck a d**k, I'll scam yo granny, that was for my haters
Running up up in LA, b*t*h, we score like Lakers
I eat hibachi everyday, I'm Benihana Man
I'll slam dunk on yo b*t*h, I'm Juwanna Mann
I know n***as not rich, you ain’t Roddy, man
I can’t teach you how to fly but the choppa can
Fendi and Dior, designer on my body
I'm tryna kill a hundred opps, I be thinking like a Nazi
Japanese Fanta, extra rice in my hibachi
The type to turn into a zombie, slide with automatic Tommies
sh*ttyBoyz the KripyLife [?] we f**king people mama
Please put yo ’Woods out, I smell [?] zaza
If I f**k, I'll never ever put on a condom
Man, f**k being the GOAT, I wanna be the Dalai Lama
Man, you heard Kidd, he the Dalai Lama
Big-ass 7.62, stuff the chop with rockets
Stuff a twenty ball in my Amiris, I done popped a pocket
Never once seen a price tag and said I'm not gon' cop it
