Lyrics:
Walkin' down by the water,
Now i'm feelin' so alive,
Seasons change like no other,
Girl you took me for a ride,
Some days good chillin',
Some days
And there was one, from old Montgomery,
She rode a bus to freedom it is told.
She went marchin' by with Martin out of Selma long ago
And into history our Rosa
We sang ""Sweet home, Alabama"", and ""Willin"" by
n***as sit on your ass
I just pulled up in a big body jag
on the way to the top got my foot on the gas
Didn't play by the rule, man a n***a was bad
Ask
the arms of another man
Trixie, she falls for the wrong kind of guy
One loser moves on, another comes by
The man of her dreams is in front of her eyes
How
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
ya see the charm bitch
Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I love her
I still try to hug her even though she ain't my color
Yeah, I'm fucking wit that home
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
there
She never mentioned alabama so I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham
A two page letter written on ramada stationary
Dated April twenty two
the bills
For better or for worse
They sign into the law
If they are sitting there for you
They better lie on the tracks for you
And abide by the rules
jiggy for life
Alabama and pittin
Ama be a Gee 4 life ama be your gee for life
Bobo sege
Ama be a Gee 4 life ama be your gee for life
Speedometer
Ama be
Way down in Alabama where the bullshit runs thick,
The girls are so pretty the babies come quick,
There lives Carolina, the girl I adore,
My hot
you like it strong? And, hey, do I smell weed in here? All of my friends call me J.C., by the way ! ‚Back in my day I had zip, had nothing but the dress
Dreamed I saw Rod Serling in
Prattville, Alabama with
A snake on his head and a trumpet in his hand
He claimed to be hitchhiking all
The way
bending cornas awww we on then hit Wisconsin by da night
Do a show fuck some how’s that we met up in da chiiii
Dtown Indiana Mississippi Alabama
Kentucky
the rest
Where ya been
I’m in it to win
Heat cocked back
With a devilish grin
And I swear by the hair on my chin
We gone win
Stay ready to put in
You niggas Baltimore warm. Check
And me, I’m Alabama heat. Every one of you amateurs weak
With the pen and your stance in the streets
Niggas be in
fucking up my mood
Your manners are so rude
(Chorus)2×
If you don't like The things that we do
Then you can go
Go fuck with yourself
Let me start by
shoulder
I got The lord is my witness
He protecting me
Even when Satan send his goons to get me
So Jus keep the clip, Right by ya hip
Cuz nigga jealous,
motivation
Tried to kick it with them niggas but they violated
Kodak boppin in the city I'm in lil Haiti
Took a trip to Alabama just to get my lady
Now I got
To clap
To adapt
Anything that u got
Monster on the loose
Tearing up booths
Where ya at Alabama
Left side
Right side
Up and down
All around
Front to back
haath waala karun beere main toh kaarnaaama goodfella like i’m yelawolf from alabama
Virus ki tarah faila, ciao nikal bella,
Number usne manga toh main
Toma esse flow igual um Drive By
Ela usa tanta droga tá tankando mais que o Tyson
Essa vadia tá sabdendo que eu tenho o melhor Design
Eu to fumando essa
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