Lyrics:
And crawled to my truck
I knew if I was gonna beat these aliens, I'd need distance and luck
So I sped through the muck
Until I ended up
Over by the levy, and I
tell by the way you (Uh, oh)
You know I would make the drive and back for you
You're so Alabama sweet
Attitude on Florida
Face on Tennessee
Carolina sexy
en traag van
werk/ chila altyd vroeg en laat vi kerk/ slatte mila by die kroeg en
jaagan net/ kakkan innie plek/ altyd so vaak en vrek/ ma vadag maakit
strapped
It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later
A GOD WHEN THEY COME AROUND
THEM NIGGAS FRONTIN SHIT
LYING TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN FACE
THAT'S WHY I GET IT BY MYSELF
AND IT'S THE SAME WHEN I SAY GRACE
in your journal better yet in your eternal
We heavy like a sledgehammer, with Know the Ledge grammar
A bad mamma jamma all the way to Alabama
Wop
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude)
Fuck 'em
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
dine
Started music, lost my homies, took that as a sign
Told me I'm just sum white kid from a town in Alabama
(Alabama)
Hopped up in a studio and I
Who’s house?
It’s electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s
In Atlanta
Southern twang
daddy when I cum
I survived them Alabama winters
Although its not place for an anemic nigga.
Thats why I'm in Cali nigga
I traveled the world now I'm
It's hard to understand
I'm gon' try to explain what it means
To be a southern man
It's an Alabama hard dirt back road
Georgia farmland heart and soul
some young proud niggas with a lotta ego
Got me thinkin' bout the right stuff, they ain't like us now its fuck me
Alabama she don't ride trucks but she
niggas talkin' about stick talk
When they tryna lit up on tic tok
We the best in the league Alabama
Tryna find a way from Sac to Atlanta
I put a grapevine
if you see my ghost on Broadway
Tell him that I'm doin' fine
I only wish that it was him instead of me
Measurin' my days by 9 to 5
Alabama, I never
"Keep Her"
Song by Murphy's Ford
Song writers: Brandon Matthews (Murphy's Ford publishing BMI) & Ryan Tomlinson BMI
When she got home from
Free Spider
Ever since that day I'm like I gotta move better
I got to
Two thousand and fourteen that's when I moooved to Alabama
Slidding gang
Selling
was so boney
My dawg named fony but he is not phonie
I be outchea by myself i been real lonely
Lost my heart in the streets and it been lonely
Jazz SpaceMan! New profession adapted
while mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted
By the main upstairs, give me space to land-Lord
become
Or how we got this far apart
But all I know is that
I wanna go back to that little room
Inside that little Alabama house
You may be living by
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
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