Lyrics:
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
boys got marriage
My four by four before bad bitches
My pimp cup stood up mad bitches
My Levi got that rare stitchin', yeah
I be crankin' hits up
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition
returning
His broke heart yearning
For his Susie who was earning
More than he'd ever known
She said
Boy you're funny
But it's my damn money
I'm a country star
over the
Country this past March, on
The night of his "Welcome
Back" concert in Philadelphia
Around 70 dirt bikes and ATVs
Were confiscated by
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
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
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
My Southern baby, I call her Alabama
Before we sleep
We wear our pink pajamas
Now I ain't country
But teach me all your grammar
She say before I hit
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with
know it's strange
Hit you in the left eye
Hold the change
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that eight O eight I'm
to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma,
be country, 'less you've slept under the stars
Captain Kirk, he ain't the only one who's getting drunk in bars
SO something bad's been happening, I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city
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,
they will not be judged by the color of their skin
But by the content of their character
I have a dream today
I have a dream that one day
Down in Alabama
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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