Lyrics:
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
He should have known by all of my past sins
It's a wonder I ain't already locked up in the pin
Nothin' to lose on any given day
Will this be my last
on the same broad and we still cool
Keep a steel too
Not from 63rd but we drill too
No disrespect but we ain't from there
Alabama this the country the wrong
the number one album, ou
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ouu
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ouu
All you gotta do is be with Christ (facts!)
Niggas
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
on the bass
From Alabama by way of
Los Angeles, Californa: Larry Larsson, yeah
Wanna apologize to Larry
I'm sorry you missed the Bulls
Socks, that's life yeah
the bottom won't you roll the window down
If ya cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf
On the eight O eight come and fade away
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
eyes,[00:16.12]Played the game, won the prize[00:20.07]I was workin' on a ranch in Dundee Alabama,[00:24.48]Bustin' broncos, hard work, easy pay[00:29.05]I met a girl
nim cię znajdę w Alabamie
Podróż powrotną też opłacę
Zbyt wiele trzeba by zapomnieć
A ja zapomnieć nie potrafię
Sweet home Alabama mówisz niebo jak ze
Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself
Quay Quay the Bae,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
of Alabama
Yeah, nothing against the crimson tide
I just need that girl here by my side
And I know if I get my way
Alabama's gonna be crying that day
Yeah,
being covered by Dr Feelgood on their 1993 album The Feelgood Factor, the last they did with with Lee Brilleaux. They became good friends of ours, and Lee
league
2018 now I’m scheming up a release
2019 and I reinvented myself
2020 I’m a put album up on the shelf
Break bread with the team and we sharing
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road
And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
a scammer
She fuck with me cause I'm low key
I ran it up in Alabama
I got them hoes like I'm Santa
Ass wide panamera
Walk by got'em starring
Big watch see it
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
You
I'm colder than fantas
I'm bigger than santa
I rep Alabama
Cuz I'm from the hammer
You not on my side we on different planets
I hope I don't vanish
to shoulder half of what you go through
So by the fifth of January
She found a man to marry
He was a former missionary from the Bay Side Grove
But he found it
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
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