She From East Atlanta lyrics

[Chorus: Lezone]
She from the east of Atlanta
I ain't out f*cking off with these hoe's, I ain't Santa
I know I ain't supposed to, but i'm tryna cuff her
I just might read the miranda
She want the Louis, she want designer, I'm feeling like i made panda
I was in all black tryna go hop out, baby that's why I ain't answer

[Verse 1: Lezone]
My b*tch bad, gorgeous
Let's take a trip out to florida
I know that we young but when we get older, bae i'm tryna have us a daughter
I'm a young rich n*gga, nobody pop it like me, she loving my aura
Most of my b*tches be dimes, she one of a kind, I found me a quarter
I bought her cha nay nay pearls
Let's go and travеl the world
I put Cartier on your eyеs, I'm sorry if I made you cry
She love when I hit from the side, keep it real baby I'on lie
Forgot to tell you shawty bi, she be bringing her best friend I f*ck 'em all night

[Bridge: Lezone]
I'm a rich n*gga, we had rich sex
She ain't f*cking with n*ggas, she racist
She a lit b*tch, she some thick sh*t
I ain't f*cking with nothing that's basic
A couple n*ggas down the road, I ain't talking bout phones
I'm praying they beat they cases
Hellcat on i-85, I feel like a nascar, tryna go race sh*t
[Chorus: Lezone]
She from the east of Atlanta
I ain't out f*cking off with these hoe's, I ain't Santa
I know I ain't supposed to, but i'm tryna cuff her
I just might read the miranda
She want the Louis, she want designer, I'm feeling like i made panda
I was in all black tryna go hop out, baby that's why I ain't answer

[Verse 2: LLOADED]
She from the East Side, matter fact she stay on G-Block
I know her brother he play with them cutters
Might nut in her pus*y and make her a mother
Drunk off the bottle, know she tryna f*ck me
f*ck her with my eyes, now she tryna sl*t me
I like the way when that Draco be stuttering
Just wanna f*ck, ain't no laying or cuddling
Just hold me down, I might buy a Cullinan
Might just go buy you a lamb truck
I did that boy like Trayvon
RIP Trayvon, boy put yo hands up
Freaky ass b*tch tryna cuff me, know I ain't going i'm putting my hands up
I put the motherf*ckin' racks all in my pants, I can't even stand up

[Bridge: Lezone]
I'm a rich n*gga, we had rich sex
She ain't f*cking with n*ggas, she racist
She a lit b*tch, she some thick sh*t
I ain't f*cking with nothing that's basic
A couple n*ggas down the road, I ain't talking bout phones
I'm praying they beat they cases
Hellcat on i-85, I feel like a nascar, tryna go race sh*t
[Chorus: Lezone]
She from the east of Atlanta
I ain't out f*cking off with these hoe's, I ain't Santa
I know I ain't supposed to, but i'm tryna cuff her
I just might read the miranda
She want the Louis, she want designer, I'm feeling like i made panda
I was in all black tryna go hop out, baby that's why I ain't answer