Lyrics:
Murzyn Alabama wesoło tam sobie w tle gra
My mamy w sobie moc jebiemy Disa całą noc
Zaraz przyjdzie Kiara bo disu hajs z YouTuba ma
Wszyscy więc spam JD bo
Lived down by the Coosa
Lived up there in a big ol' pecan tree
1924
He'd never seen no one before
Long live the Alabama Leprechaun
He's gone
Long
My sweet Alabama
Had call my twin
Can you come and pick me up
This chick done kicked me out
She keeping all my stuff
Gave her money
Gave her time
Not
I speak
Your name
From the bottom of my lungs
Right to the edges of my lips
Alabama
Alabama
Don't spoon me
If I cry
Leave me down Jubilee Street
With
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
there was a boy named Jake, cotton farmer in Alabama
Now, this man named Jake, he had twenty nine slaves
Only three wives though, that's pretty good for
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
givin' away free tickets this weekend
Over at The Rose
You don't wanna miss it
Tonight, I got a very special guest
By way of Alabama
And he's in the house
Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah
She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love
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You bitches ain't ready for the debut album
My homie came and said go and take over Malcolm
Now I'm up at the plate, knock the wind right out 'em
Great!
Do I give a flying duck if I'm applyin'
Love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a flying duck
Nothing
I'll beat your weak muffin
Decease you easily
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my
No writers block words come To me abundantly
New albums drop with that Same old redundancy
I can flop as myself fake ain't Fun 2 me
Back in the day
view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional
Ten toes down to move
of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo
We like causing chaos like the city
I was born by the river
The Jourdan River, yeah
In a little old tent
Bennett Side Alabama yeah
Oh, just like the river I've been running
I've been
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
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Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
Dixie was the pride of Alabama
I met her on a lonesome midnight train
Rollin' slowly out of Union Station
She was staring out the window at the rain
we'd write
But you know how it goes when time goes by
Yeah, I wonder what that girl from spring break's doin' now
Is she back in Alabama, two kids
Drive my search engine home
Dropped, chopped, Alabama chrome
Hey what the hell it runs, so
The day is done so
Let's have some fun so
Yours very truly
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
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