Lyrics:
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Windsong album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album.
Sing songs
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
your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Were you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with
this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition
boys got marriage
My four by four before bad bitches
My pimp cup stood up mad bitches
My Levi got that rare stitchin', yeah
I be crankin' hits up
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph Album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3, John Denver
to Aretha
Franklin singing one
Of twelve big smash hit's
That are now appearing in one
Of her top albums, "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Everybody's got you pegged
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the One World Album. It has also been released on The Country Roads Collection album
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
returning
His broke heart yearning
For his Susie who was earning
More than he'd ever known
She said
Boy you're funny
But it's my damn money
I'm a country star
on the couch, stealin' cable
On the dark side of the country it ain't bonfires, it ain't beer
But you find out quick how big a hit that class ring'll get ya,
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
that's a real star put her name in the clouds Alabama
You may never be on television or be the one
Your boss at work loves giving you employee
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
know it's strange
Hit you in the left eye
Hold the change
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that eight O eight I'm
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
loud
We'll be down by the creek
Yeah, making them cold beers spring a leak
We gonna hit us a rowdy streak
Got the paycheck money, been waiting all
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars, where there's flying cars
A brand new home for everyone and even life on Mars
In the city
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
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