Lyrics:
a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
You know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob
on Macon
Gonna rest here a spell
Making idle conversation
With a stranger without you
I've got nothing to lose
Nothing to lose since I've lost you
mine boy that ring like mine
I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail you Jack o diamond
Gucci Mane, LaFlare, they call me Gucci Montana
I'm Boston, Georgia, Florida, Macon, Tampa and 'Bama
My Mississipi niggaz feel me harder than Banner
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull
'bout things when we got there
We used to think the world was doin' fine
Travelin' below that Macon County Line
Funny how people can be so unkind
There
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull
make a right'
At the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
There was Uncle Dave Macon his gold tooth and plug hat
Cowboy Copas singing 'Tragic
you can bathe it
Hollygrove, dawg, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, yo' pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush not Macon
Verse 1:
You keep talkin still,
You from Hawkinsville,
Know you aint from Macon,
So why you playa hatin?
Why you claim the A?
That's not where you stay,
Johnny Macon has a wife and one child on the way
And Houston's runnin' out of jobs and there are bills to pay
Johnny's flying standby to Alaska
a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
You know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob
wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door
I wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door
Yes I'm goin' up to Macon, don't want
She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife
He was a banker from Macon, he swore he'd love her all a his life
He bought her
dans ton poitrail
Comme les flèches sur le portail
Le kamikaze sur le porte-avions
Je reste en formation
Toujours d'équerre comme un franc maçon
Sont
Detroit, so long friends
If you're ever down in Macon, won't you please stop in?
And meet the little girl, that's always been my whole world
Well, I'm
ridin' thumb
Left his home down in Macon, Georgia
Left the shade of an old oak tree, tree
Got his dreams in his left front pocket
Got his eyes
down.
Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell
Bush," not Macon
Fuck waist-deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come 'round her like
I wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door
I wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door
Yes I'm goin' up to Macon
(huh? What's up?)
West side Macon, Georgia, yeah, I ran that bitch
Niggas see me still standin', they can't stand that shit, hah (yeah)
I said I talk
ridin' thumb
Left his home down in Macon, Georgia
Left the shade of an old oak tree, tree
Got his dreams in his left front pocket
Got his eyes
Listen, people, listen
I`m gonna sing you a song
About a man who lived good
But didn't live too long
He was born in Macon, Georgia
A poor boy
nigga you ain't really with the shit
You ain't never sold no coke and you ain't never hit a lick
You drove all the way from Macon thought he came to buy
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