Lyrics:
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Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all
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Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all summer long
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" all summer long
Singing
Je sais que tu l'as pas décidé
Mais tu le portes cet héritage
Alors apprends à faire avec
Rien n'est acquis vraiment
Mais n'oublie pas d'être une femme
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
in New Orleans
Did it for soulja slim brought out b.g.
Its all love bun, I'm forgiving you pimp c
You know how the pimp be
That nigga go'n speak
in New Orleans
Did it for soulja slim brought out b.g.
Its all love bun, I'm forgiving you pimp c
You know how the pimp be
That nigga go'n speak
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
the money, power, and respect
Smashin housewives but I ain't talking Atlanta
They love this black ass nigga out of Alabama
Turn up, turn up,with the check
My
in New Orleans
Did it for soulja slim brought out b.g.
Its all love bun, I'm forgiving you pimp c
You know how the pimp be
That nigga go'n speak
the comments, it was heartwarmin' n' how much
You made the community, HOG loves you, but try to take it easy
Wouldn't mind gettin' 1 album per 2 years, just keep
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
Yeah
Ay (CMG), this mixtape here
It's strictly for the fans
(Yogottimusic.com), trust me
I want my album to drop more than you
Call
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by
just hit Swizz on the phone
He on the car lot
I'm a star, I got love for the game
But I'm still a thug mang
But a slug in yo' brain
N' put blood stains
just hit Swizz on the phone
He on the car lot
I'm a star, I got love for the game
But I'm still a thug mang
But a slug in yo' brain
N' put blood stains
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Street love, dab n dad da da
Street love, dab n dad da da
Street love, dab n dad da da
Street love, dab n dad da da
Voll erwischt, du Fisch
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
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
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
dancin' like
I'm under the influence
Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh
No, n no, n no, I didn't, uh
See my jeans fittin', let me
Take you from
n***** too risky
Midwest kicking I'm Buckeye coolin
All in my shit tryna see what I'm doing
Alabama n**** wit a N.O. tooley
Say I'm too flashy wit all Des
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