
Down In Atlanta Pharrell Williams & Travis Scott
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[Verse 1]
Down in Atlanta, stayed at the Centerfold
Downstairs, my Aventador, you should've seen it
Down in Atlanta, at the Graveyard Tavern
You thought you seen a ghost, it's just where the Phantoms are
Shawty thicker than Kevlar (Yeah), it's wall to wall
Feel the heat through my drawers
I told shorty to bring the wave, you know life's a beach
She said, "Life's a bitch, let's hit Magic City"
[Chorus]
Watch 'em fly from the sky, while we line up the wall
Like confetti how it falls, let 'em leave with it all
We ain't never been this high, the city big, feelin' small
Keep mе wake, never off, four, four whеn you—
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
Down in Atlanta, might just slide through the zone
Not talkin' LeBron home when I say I'm in Cleveland
Drown in my Fanta, Coke factory is my store
I mix it up how I pour, gotta see how I drink it
Woke up feeling like Fabo (Yeah), need a Georgia peach
Never run out of love or run out of weed
Daddy drivin' a tractor like a Hellcat or Demon
Hit two eighty-five, dashin', 'cause I'm lovin' the speed
Down in Atlanta, stayed at the Centerfold
Downstairs, my Aventador, you should've seen it
Down in Atlanta, at the Graveyard Tavern
You thought you seen a ghost, it's just where the Phantoms are
Shawty thicker than Kevlar (Yeah), it's wall to wall
Feel the heat through my drawers
I told shorty to bring the wave, you know life's a beach
She said, "Life's a bitch, let's hit Magic City"
[Chorus]
Watch 'em fly from the sky, while we line up the wall
Like confetti how it falls, let 'em leave with it all
We ain't never been this high, the city big, feelin' small
Keep mе wake, never off, four, four whеn you—
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
Down in Atlanta, might just slide through the zone
Not talkin' LeBron home when I say I'm in Cleveland
Drown in my Fanta, Coke factory is my store
I mix it up how I pour, gotta see how I drink it
Woke up feeling like Fabo (Yeah), need a Georgia peach
Never run out of love or run out of weed
Daddy drivin' a tractor like a Hellcat or Demon
Hit two eighty-five, dashin', 'cause I'm lovin' the speed
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