Don Monét, Minnie Lea - SoufATLFlows Lyrics

Sit back and roll up the backwood
Only give her treats
If she can show me that's cats good
Fucking on repeat
Cause I do more then her last would
She said her last wood
Must have came from some bad woods
And I'm a fairytale
Doing very well
Heavy I can break a scale
Pay my brother bail
Then start a business with some clientele
Now we doing well
I keep her wetter than a fucking whale
Singing like Adele
And shaking tail
Where I would never tell
Perfect distance
And I hustle with this persistence
That can rival Brons
Till my name on the jumbotrons
I write for my moms
And anyone from the set
That's ready to bet
That I'm better than what you get
And that's no disrespect
But I'm proud of the shit I'm proud of
Seen the shit I'm in
But no idea what I came out of
And I can't give up now
Cause the type of shit doubt does
And I hope you bumping doubt Cause
I poured my heart out love
On and on and on and on
I'm pouring my heart out
And it goes
On and on and on and on
It makes me wanna sing out
Ooooh
Roll up a backwood and smoke
This that south Atlanta flow

Sit back and roll up the backwood
Only give her treats
If she can show me that's cats good
Fucking on repeat
Cause I do more then her last would
She said her last wood
Must have came from some bad woods
And I'm a fairytale
Doing very well
Heavy I can break a scale
Pay my brother bail
Then start a business with some clientele
Now we doing well
I keep her wetter than a fucking whale
Singing like Adele
And shaking tail
Where I would never tell
Perfect distance
And I hustle with this persistence
That can rival Brons
Till my name on the jumbotrons
I write for my moms
And anyone from the set
That's ready to bet
That I'm better than what you get
And that's no disrespect
But I'm proud of the shit I'm proud of
Seen the shit I'm in
But no idea what I came out of
And I can't give up now
Cause the type of shit doubt does
And I hope you bumping doubt Cause
I poured my heart out love
On and on and on and on
I'm pouring my heart out
And it goes
On and on and on and on
It makes me wanna sing out
Ooooh
Roll up a backwood and smoke
This that south Atlanta flow