Lyrics:
gotta Alabama Shake
You are now in tuned into The Flow
Honorable when we rock, letting you know
Put your front seat back, we on cruise control
One hand
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand, some day
Deep in my heart
Oh, deep in my heart
I do believe
wit my damn speakers thumpin’!
Know that it’s bumping!
Pollo P. country!
Alabama shawty, Chicken Coupe go get the money!
Ayye Ayye!
So tell me what
aanvaar nie
Jou engel oë vertel aan my jy is van die Hemel gestuur
Jy's die rots waarop ek staan kom deel dan in ons jukebox song
Vir ewig is dit net ek
get lost in a pot
Bring the hand thing bring the glock
Go around secure the block
We love you just online
We just wanna see you link your card
We just
It's not much but I feel welcome here, inside.
I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a barstool,
My new home, it has those flashing neon signs;
Stop by
got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always
got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always here
And halfway knowing that you won't be by yourself
There's such a feeling in my heart each time I halfway face the truth
Kinda halfway feel that you want
dollars in the jukebox, Left that old thing singing
They fell in love in a hurry, Took that chance
Left behind the worries, he took her hand
They followed
sayin' you ain't livin' all them righteous bars
You ain't livin' all them righteous bars watch the work in my hands grow
You ain't livin' by them righteous
Ever since I was a young boy
I had a wandering soul
I walked and crawled across six state lines
By the time I was eight years old
I landed in
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand 'n' laughin' (laughin')
They both bad can't tell the difference
Paper come my hands itching, my hands in it
Boy you grown as hell better stop bitching
Yo main bitch wanna fuck
slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I'll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
V
On my mind, but I see it
Living like we dreamed it
Bands in my hand, can already feel the feeling
Feeling like I need it, but I don't really need it
And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always
grammar
Got fam in the Chi yeah yeah all the way to Alabama
Miss me with the bullshit
You aint got no street credit
Its in my blood its embedded
I level up
bride
Four little babies and my hound reside
Back in the hills on the mountain side
South of the river bend
I've got my cell phone, she's on roam
funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got
You want to sing your song son
You want to tell your dreams
From boyhood to manhood
And all points in between
From the ditches of Alabama
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
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