Lyrics:
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
Down in Alabama, baggin' grams of yams
Got dozens of killers under my
It was Brewton, Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day old orange juice and vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out
Most of my life has been hit and run
Look for me two times and the second time I'm gone
Throwing stones at your window
Hanging by my toes from
Alabama's
Try to make her migrate
But she staying with the cameras
I said all I really need is
My beats and my brothers
By the sea rolling tree
We got
to Alabama
Chi-Town, where we don't fight over coasts
Cause the one that's in the middle is the one that see the most
No time for that (word) we
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaa, yeah
Wooh, wooh, wooh
I told myself I was gone have to stop playing with y'all man
I don't know what
ain't by mistake
If she wanna leave
Just know I ain't saving her
No I don't want no cape
Tryna feed my fam I ain't got no time I got too much on my plate
die water lê
Solank as daar iets is om te sê
Solank as wat Sarie by die Mooirivier woon
So lank sal ek in musiek kan droom
Solank die Alabama kom oor
no paper, see ya later
I'm paranoid so I keep her by the dresser
That bitch is mean, got a beam and a suppressor
I'm tryna get that cash I gotta
We were young and in love
In Alabama
But it wasn't Birmingham and it wasn't Mobile
So we were nowhere
Dreamers with a blank stare
Running lost
V1
IT WAS A HOT AND HAZY JULY MORNING
GATHERED BY THE RIVER WITH THE BIRDS ALL HUMMING AND THE SMELL OF JASMINE HANGIN' ON THE BREEZE
PREACHER HE
in your journal better yet in your eternal
We heavy like a sledgehammer, with Know the Ledge grammar
A bad mamma jamma all the way to Alabama
penicillin
No Alabama, I ain't got no children
Shooting up racist pigs like Woodrow Wilson
I ain't really stopping 'til it's billions
I'm so chill I need some
Leaving sweet home Alabama
Got my pistols by my side
I always turn to the music
I love to hear that freebird fly
I'm leaving sweet home Alabama
With
tell by the way you (Uh, oh)
You know I would make the drive and back for you
You're so Alabama sweet
Attitude on Florida
Face on Tennessee
Carolina sexy
en traag van
werk/ chila altyd vroeg en laat vi kerk/ slatte mila by die kroeg en
jaagan net/ kakkan innie plek/ altyd so vaak en vrek/ ma vadag maakit
And crawled to my truck
I knew if I was gonna beat these aliens, I'd need distance and luck
So I sped through the muck
Until I ended up
Over by the levy, and I
strapped
It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later
A GOD WHEN THEY COME AROUND
THEM NIGGAS FRONTIN SHIT
LYING TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN FACE
THAT'S WHY I GET IT BY MYSELF
AND IT'S THE SAME WHEN I SAY GRACE
Wop
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude)
Fuck 'em
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
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