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the back of the line
Where he was all out of his mind

And I forgot my own camping tent
I guess I'll float down by the water
I'll wait in Alabama
As I'm

I'm from Atlanta
Bad bitch I'm fuckin' from Mobile Alabama
Kevin Hart shit cuz I keep me a black hammer
Lil bra sweet so we push up to clap at him
Lil

like a Kappa
I ain't no actor but I shoot me a movie shoot me a tool niggas don't play by the rules
You gotta FOX 6 that nigga put his ass on the news

and Drogo
Alabama and Clarence
We Halpert 'n Beesly
Sid 'n Nancy
Pumpkin 'n Honey Bunny
This city's always sunny sunny
Though things can get a bit grungy

stick by em like Coretta
Told her I was from the East that made her pussy more wetter

Pick you up droppin dick off do the Melvin
Wake you up out yo sleep

As if our dead bodies were marchers in 'sixties in Alabama
It's scorched earth
Observe poor serf roll in from stork perch
Tour merch worth more than Fort

Rocking a wooly mammoth coat in Alabama though
Salmon for dinner slam your plate on the table
Able to vacuum it all up in one bite
One night stand

road
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Passing another state line sign
I went by the stop and I counted my miles
It feels like I just got my second

hammer
I can turn London into Alabama 
Only been there twice bitch I'm from west Atlanta 
Bad women different colors want a Fanta Fanta?
Rolls Royce

Blaque in the nude
Send you to Alabama
Get touched by your brother your mother, cuz

​​Your motha, truck a driva
Spin the whole block big stick
No wood

a wife I'm married I can't stand her
Left her for some bitches in Georgia and Alabama
Yeah I'm from New Orleans and not Louisiana
My downtown bitches I

start the fire) and I feel fine
(No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it)

Team by team, reporters
Baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
(Joseph

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 hitchhiked all around
Tried to stay clean and be free
Got a ride, he said
He had to run by the house
Took me five miles
Down a jungle road
Bamboo

enough from cities
Through Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi
Spent my whole life dreaming
Of a place where I can't lose

Rock bottom, population one
The place

már legalább tizenhúsz... 
  
 When I was set on foot, 
 így szólt fat mama, 
 menj, my son, but not far 
 from Alabama. (Yeah!) 
  
 I'm goin' home,

on my guccis
We only smoke the best the trees Look like they grown by coogi
The hairtriggers bald head
You bet not play me loosely
In the backseat theres

main house
Yeah
I beat the charge
I'll never go that same route
I moved to Alabama with them hammers
And we was still making a name
Now
I mix my drank up

drops the tears fall
Now I'm surrounded by all this thunder I feel like Chris Paul
Rapper from Alabama who views himself as a lyricist
Niggas saying this

carriages
Horses on me I got forces on me
Not talking 1s but the ones that be evil
I made some plays right by the Boll Weevil
Enterprise Alabama be my people

on the couch on the porch
We listened to music playing through the screen door
And then we danced beneath the Alabama moon
All things that can happen - they can

through the desert
On a midnight ride to a Ruckus

Now it must've been a little strange to see an Alabama plate
In the middle of nowhere like this hauling

Church walls still shake
In Alabama State
With sorrow and tone on any given day
March to Montgomery singing low
The truth in their singing worries my

This that for us by us
Naw, naw, you cannot touch
This that deep south rooted
This that Georgia Alabama bloodline
Took lemon and lime
And made sweet