Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Sitting on the river soaking up the breeze
Thinking bout' the way my Grand Dad raised me
Fireflies dancing in the pale moon light
Alabama
seat, you behind the wheel
But we're sure not lost, cause we're always on our way, just wherever we feel
Next stop rehearsal place, let's make another
ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you
mind, I must be dreaming
Fuckin' sick of Alabama I am leaving
There ain't shit to do here
But go to the movies
But I ain't got the money
To go
is how the story goes
And now yo back seat looking like it's Freaknik
Back seat looking like it's Freaknik
Back seat looking like it's Freaknik
You
Airplanes hopping out aisle seats
To privacy
Vacas paid for by grinding fees
That's fine with me
Power drippin'
Mind sippin'
Mind ya business
Time is ticking
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
rides"
Just a little 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
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
and some novacane
It’s the holidays
You grab me by the collar I been slain
Your feelings always swayed
Like a cheap gold chain
(Falling down the drain)
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got madd goods
Way up from the cheap
What was criticized six years back
Is now back
With New York on the jersey front and back
Feel like Tiger Woods
Got mad goods
Way up from the cheap
along the way
This is for the dreamers in the Cheap Seats
I may never love as pure
As the love my mother gave to me
And I may never backcheck as hard
Dirt, Tecovas, Alabama red sky sunset, looks real good in July
A couple cans back of that cold Busch light
Your yellow sundress fittin' just right
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
broke, nothin' to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (bitch)
Smokin' dope out a Jeep, now I'm bustin' it down by the P
do"s
Got a window seat like Erykah Badu
If you ain't got it, then you can't flaunt it
Pull up, Lamborghini, S on it
(Pull up, Lamborghini, S on it)
passes by
and from the cheap seats,
i'll find you.
i'm not sorry for anything.
even when in my dreams
i can hear you softly speaking.
never losing that
and they all gon' hate, yeah
And you know I'ma keep flyin' by
Ain't tryna go cheap on my ride
And the flood gon' look like a lake
Super hero cop a cape
man Business man
Foreign connects Tokyo that's Japan
Take your seat Final approach bout to land
Cancun or Talum you should see the rooms
Private villa
sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
When you're roaming through the jungle
Talk is nothing, talk is cheap
Time is
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