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It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later
A GOD WHEN THEY COME AROUND
THEM NIGGAS FRONTIN SHIT
LYING TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN FACE
THAT'S WHY I GET IT BY MYSELF
AND IT'S THE SAME WHEN I SAY GRACE
History can never be made by one man we must smash this one quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people this is clear
Even
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IT WAS A HOT AND HAZY JULY MORNING
GATHERED BY THE RIVER WITH THE BIRDS ALL HUMMING AND THE SMELL OF JASMINE HANGIN' ON THE BREEZE
PREACHER HE
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run
By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you want to be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
Hoje eu levantei com disposição, tô cuspindo fogo queimo até um dragão!
Bota fé no pai, bota fé no pai que a venda sai, bota fé no pai vai desistir
APERTO NA BLUNT UM HAXIXE SUBIU PRA MENTE JA FICO SLOW
MEU RIM TA FODIDO ISSO É O LEAN CONTRATANTE LIGA QUER MAIS UM SHOW
FESHION NIGGA TIPO O WIZ
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
called me by my name just hillbilly
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
Yea
Let me tell you something about life it
Is not just strife and when
Time is passing by you don't
Notice because you're having fun
But why that time
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
daddy when I cum
I survived them Alabama winters
Although its not place for an anemic nigga.
Thats why I'm in Cali nigga
I traveled the world now I'm
niggas talkin' about stick talk
When they tryna lit up on tic tok
We the best in the league Alabama
Tryna find a way from Sac to Atlanta
I put a grapevine
Who’s house?
It’s electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s
In Atlanta
Southern twang
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