Lyrics:
Alabama
fig trees and okra
don’t get no better
Barefoot in Pineville
Louisiana.
I ain’t know nuttin bout the south (ex)cept stories I was told.
My mother
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they hit my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M
Nigga tell me how you
a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take
'm straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me
Gucci finally made it, niggaz player hated
When I hit the club I got twenty
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
Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I'd put it in the sky
Alabama
She's
there was a boy named Jake, cotton farmer in Alabama
Now, this man named Jake, he had twenty nine slaves
Only three wives though, that's pretty good for
the friends that He blessed me
In a week we all hit the highway
Wish I could just clip her wings but time still wants to fly
Cuz now the interstate turned from
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg,
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg,
they was over by the Varsity
Redbone, can't get her off of me
And she ain't ever been to the W
Twenty, oh my God, I be lovin' you
Lately I wish it
be tripping out
It ain't nothing, push a button, then they whipping out
Hood stars, pushing Regal's, that's a real car
Flag you down, I'll hit you
gon' be?
The ones that like to dance
The ones that like to drink
Every homegrown ten
Downhome pretty
Holla on back
Hit me with your twenty
Where
internet
but man i will never forget
the way the moon light shined in her hair
we were trying diffrent things
we were smoking silly things
making love out by
I'll beat your weak muffin
Decease you easily
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my
'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah
league
2018 now I’m scheming up a release
2019 and I reinvented myself
2020 I’m a put album up on the shelf
Break bread with the team and we sharing
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
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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