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We've come a long way since 2003. 
When our one and only fan was Robby T. 
And now we're back, don't need feedback, riding you bareback. 

Back

in total
Royal rumbling for my bed
Doing everything that I said
Every word that I said
Was tryna get an A.C. (A.C.)
Now all I'm getting is FANS
All I'm

but from Alabama (true)
From the six to the M, red tie like a mobster and moved to Miami (wow)
My bitch in a limit, my jit in a Porsche, you can't buy

We'd listen to him sing
& play the guitar
from a table in the back
we'd harmonize
we did not know
we were alabama po' folks
we had a star shining for us

fan 'cause my boo like it (walk on by)
I don't need to wear a wig to make you like it
I'm a two-time bitch, you ain't knew I'd win? (Walk on by)
Throw

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

When the Midnight Choo Choo Leaves for Alabam'

Michael Feinstein

Remember: Michael Feinstein Sings Irving Berlin

1987

the midnight choo-choo leaves for Alabam'
I'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty-haired conductor-man
I'll grab him by the collar

Mama's House

David Banner

MTA2: Baptized in Dirty Water

2003

One of the most phenominal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe

[Hook - David Banner] (Repeat 2x)
Let's take this

looking in your eyes while the Alabama sun sets in the West
Who whoulda guessed, that I'd be
Here lying by your side with my hands running through your

Con-artist lover deep undercover
Hounded by the industry lights
Sweet Alabama smile for the camera
Show them everything's all right

That kind of feeling isn't

fan (ooh yeah-ee)

Written by: Spencer “S.Grim” Camilien

Dear Jamie
I'm your biggest fan
I'm your biggest fan
I'm your biggest fan
But I can't play your songs with my friends any more
'Cause they always

Bud light, moonshine, stuck in the middle
Nights on the town or drinks by the creek
Stacking shelves all night or stacking bales
Ain't no sunrise

breakin' thief in the dark
She had me fallin' in that Alabama moonlight
But I closed my eyes and she slipped right out of my arms
No her in my t-shirt, no

Benjamin

Bobbie Gentry

An American Quilt: 1967-1974

2002

to Alabama
Spent the summer pickin' cotton
Now it was so doggone hot
We bought us a three-speed electric fan

Then at night we'd drink a Coca-Cola
Listen

possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My Daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that
Creole make a Texas bama
I like my Baby's hair with baby

Stompin' Grounds

Canaan Smith

Bronco

2015

Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right

These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss

Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify

Down in Alabama, baggin' grams of yams
Got dozens of killers under my

for beautiful people by the sea
Who don't need a song, need a song

Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
This is Alabama

Worldwide Choppers

D-Loc

All 6's and 7's [f.y.e. Exclusive CD/DVD]

2011

the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech

eres los lyricos

You gotta fan the flame
if they gonna know your name, yeah
You gotta fan the flame
if they gonna know your name, yeah
You gotta fan

yo stance
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Now I know they told you don't judge a book by its cover
Looking at my flesh don't understand

up yo mess and make yo stance
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Now I know they told you don't judge a book by its cover
Looking at my flesh

By Myself

Gucci Mane

Evil Genius

2018

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