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Jgreen - Atmosphere Lyrics

3 s Atmosphere Lyrics[Intro]
(Willie made the beat, it's so cold)

[Chorus]
No fuck shit in my atmosphere
It ain't no actor shit
See right through these bartiers
They better not start in here
Bodies they gon' drop in here
They know that we top tier
Two hoes, fuck 'em 'bout a pair
For me the body hair
Go to war know we ain't scared
Know we gon' slang that led
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they said
I had to run up on that bread

[Verse 1]
Back again, I'm back again
A hundred on the freeway
Got racks again, got racks again
Got cake like it's my birthday
Done relapsed on that [?]
Work hard, I use your Hennessy bae
He might have pulled a rapper car
Just know that it wasn't me bae
Put thirty up inside my rod
I'm really in the streets bae
Better act like you know who we are
You know what it be bae
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No fuck shit in my atmosphere
It ain't no actor shit
See right through these bartiers
They better not start in here
Bodies they gon' drop in here
They know that we top tier
Two hoes, fuck 'em 'bout a pair
For me the body hair
Go to war know we ain't scared
Know we gon' slang that led
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they said
I had to run up on that bread

[Verse 2]
I had to run up on that bread
I ran up on that cheque
Hit the club and make a mess
Diamonds full of VVS
Yeah, these baguettes they got prongs
He ain't no killer, he ain't no smacker
Yeah, he harmless
I been talking to the spirits
Telling me there's some upon us
Tryna act like I ain't here
But I feel as if something haunting me
You know this new paper
You know we got new flavor
Clique full of bitches, y'all all haters
.40 Glock and it came with lasers
These niggas don't be having paper
They really be needing favors
Talking 'bout money I'll see you later
I gotta get back to the paper
[Chorus]
No fuck shit in my atmosphere
It ain't no actor shit
See right through these bartiers
They better not start in here
Bodies they gon' drop in here
They know that we top tier
Two hoes, fuck 'em 'bout a pair
For me the body hair
Go to war know we ain't scared
Know we gon' slang that led
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they said
I had to run up on that bread

[Outro]
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they said
I had to run up on that bread
(Willie made the beat, it's so cold)