Lyrics:
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
there is in regime
I'm back on my routine
Writing 10 songs a day
This that High grade
Independent
So Drop albums when i want
Catch a vibe smoke a blunt
recording in my closet
I guess I aint got it
Cause even when I
Drop another album this year
These kids want Morgan Wallen
Somehow Soulja Boy still poppin'
back
Billie was a white man's son living in a one room shack
And split those days in the Alabama heat
We shared what we had but we never have enough
Don't need a guitar man son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed thousand miles of track
Till I find myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they
tons of ants up in Alabama
Ten cats sleeping that a mother frickin cats pajama
My moms mom is a mother frickin great old grandma
Orange carbonation
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm
don't live there they live in Hollywood
Last Time I checked Alabama was hood
Last time i checked Mississippi was hood
Last time i checked North Philly
I don't know east Texas from Louisiana.
And I don't know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight.
And Indianapolis.
Summers in park and recreation
and colored rags
Contraband in bags, focused on enemigos in jags
Big sips out our flasks, we faded who next to get famous
Them bangers get banging that barrell
up my foreign ride with petroleum
I gotta ride oh boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in
up my foreign ride with petroleum
I gotta ride oh boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in
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think
I'm gonna hit her with a big ole fucking hammer
I'm gonna hit her so hard she'll move to Alabama
What's this
A drum break
well, I've never done one
at funerals
My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio
I blow the back out the track when I black out
Got the spot maxed out, people in the front
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
from Alabama, it hit like 9/11 (woo)
Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (woo)
She got like hella bodies, I'm always percolated (woo)
And I won't
scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you
march in Alabama Was just at Columbus, Ohio teaching little kids South ? southwest are teaching sampling Now gynecologists will do a lot of interviews
the problem (But it's yours)
I know it ain't right (But of course)
I know that it gets you mad (Hahahama)
But I don't wanna fight (Alabama)
The boys wanna make
a small-town boy from Alabama
I am a singer, and it would greatly Be appreciated if you would go Stream my newest song on any
Streaming platform that you Would
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for
Missed the bus on purpose so I could walk that day
Tuesday's Gone and Simple Man Play on in my mind
Sweet Home Alabama, Curtis Loew and One More Time
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