5 a.m. in Atlanta
She wan' come back to the crib, yeah
5 a.m. in Atlanta
She live in Marietta, she decided to go to the suburbs
Want her to come and see me, tell my homie to put in a good word
I heard she fuckin' with a bunch of lames, she puttin' hours in at Blue Flames
She think I'm different, fame didn't change
I'm a real nigga, go against the grain
She got that good water, I'm tryna drink
Shawty a freak, huh, she tryna show me it's pink, huh
She live in A6, I pull up with a stick, got me feelin' like Sada
She remind me of me
She just sit in the corner, don't wanna be seen
She addicted to weed, but she don't wanna fuck up her health, she ain't smokin' no grabba
Said she don't wanna breathe
Got that dick in her mouth like she tryna conceive
Hmm, mm, mm
5 a.m. in Atlanta
She wan' come back to the crib, yeah
5 a.m. in Atlanta
I'm in Buckhead right now, come and see me
I don't know nobody else in town that can please me, okay
You know that I'm too damn busy, this ain't easy
If it was up to me, I'd answer every time you ring me, okay
She callin' my phone
She wanna come home
She wan' give me dome
Too federal, can't put a name on it
Showed me that ass and I came on it
Jump on that dick, baby, rain on it
I don't answer the door, you can bang on it
She need good sex, she had bad day
She wanna stay, but it's mad late
I'm tryna slide in that motherfuckin' pussy like T.I. was skatin' at Cascade, okay
Hmm, mm, mm
5 a.m. in Atlanta
She wan' come back to the crib, yeah
5 a.m. in Atlanta
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