Lyrics:
Nobody wants to let you drown
But I told you, Alabama, I can't swim
You climbed up into those hills
Following him.
In the cold North Carolina
Left
from Alabama i'm from upstate New York
Where everybody in the town used
To have 'em a Samsung
Used to be a bad ass kid
I ain't believe in Santa
Only
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
kraść
Chciał być bardzo samodzielny by też mogło go stać
Kto się kurwa lubi prosić nikt każdy chce mieć
Nie wszystkich da się oswoić chce na spokój mieć
she so nice
Stop trying to bag us, okay
Okay, it's okay (yeah)
I suppose
You think I'll move to Alabama
That or your heart got cold like icicle
Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box
Hands ON the Floor!
Written and produced by YUNG CASH""GUALLABOY""
Hook:
I Want ya ass up.... hands on the floor (4x)
Baby do it for a real
girls show the shit
Some straight up thrillers
Southern born killers
Top billa, Alabama thriller
I'm a southern born killer the for real
The original
know ya ain't got nothin' to haul
There's a man on every street
With a dip in his cheek and a toothpick in his teeth
Jamming a song about Alabama
By
shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
Mental stimulation when I'm rollin with the rat pack
If you're frontin rock, get the doodoo out your knap sack
The fat track provided by the Beat' got you
the hicks in Alabama
Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tootin' on my horn
Timberland boot stompin' forty drink it more
Malt liquor chug a filter let me
such a little ham I love a fool with a camera
But his game was a sham, I grabbed my ho from Alabama:
We take the stage, ready to rage
Movin' Oklahoma
just as big as ever
He says he's from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
the trouble he's in
'Cause that piece of Heaven ridin' shotgun
Supposed to be home by 10:00
But it's way past midnight
And they parked on the edge of town
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
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