Lyrics:
ridin'
This shit is SouthBound
They said to keep it hundred like I got ah fucking choice
I'm just rolling with it all like the chrome on ah Royce
I'm in
From a Bloody Sunday in Alabama
To an annual Jubiliee
We keep marching onward and upward
Being the change we want this world to see
We honor our
the roadrails was hanging on them by the coattails
Hit the wholesale in Alabama like its mobile
Rolled a whole L and do it dirty like a four wheel
Had the slow
or
Alabama shake you off
I made your favorite playlist in my basement
Dog take away the a-list man
Let's play some ball like soccer
Kicking it with Harry like
of the night
Middle of nowhere
Middle of the night
Middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night, night, night
You were dancing by the oak tree
When you
my only friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back
you see what can't be seen? None of us can say
Track him till he disappears, living memories die away
Vanished in Havana, maybe Alabama,
Memphis,
tight
Your Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be
And your Sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
Your Brother was
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified
Fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter
to stand by my side
Still treckin along making it shake
Ball still bouncing gotta make plays
Or deal with the damaging affects
Of coming in second best
Get
girl
Cyhi
Okay I met this girl from Alabama
Out in Atlanta
She had more ass than I can handle
I said let's scramble, like Michael
Vick and Cam Newton,
I saw you standin' there by the side of the stage
You were lookin' at me like you weren't half of my age
Told me you could love me till my dying day
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
as good a wife and mama as she can be
And your sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
Your brother was the first-born, got ten
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
that I see in the skies
Alabama da whole life I roll on da 5
Gimme a beat
And watch how I thrive
Gimme a stage It’s coming alive
I stay on a thin line
From that country where the rich eat the poor people
Star-Spangled Banner wavin’ out the Porsche window
I get it lit like a cross in Alabama
Tote
by the fire, I'll be playing my guitar on the weekend
Get covered up in mud in my Jeep then
Take it to the lake skinny dipping
We'll lie up under stats
to pay the price but I can show you what's free
I got me a lil thug and she be throwing up the C
I'm from the Agg but I got love in Alabama
Might take em
Defiant Canadian Club whiskeys in Hackensack
Then oceans of Ale in Great Neck
Western Champagne bought by a Frenchman in Trenton
Then a groggy ride
to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the ports of Alabama
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll
Met my baby down in Alabama
She had these daisy duke an her body was slammin'
I said oh little mama where you from
Cause I think this cowboy could be
and i will murder if you fuck wit mine ma ma
Money music don't cross the line smoking pure pine drinking
Moonshine Alabama wine bitch get in line shit you
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