Lyrics:
them bands up bought a gold rope no lasso
Ace Hood with the cash flow
ASAP with the pesos
Drum on me right now break it down ya hear the bass go
Bum bum
Mamacita by Wayinmi
Intro:
Nah nah nah Wayinmi
Wah wah wah
Verse :1
Hmm hmm Mamacita, hmm
See this body me I need am, hmm
Make I put ring for
Xzay (alright)
They yelling out my name (Xzay)
Why y'all grabbing on my chain (ok)
Be on demon time like everyday
Got my nikes on with Beats by Dre (bum
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Tennessee, the place that I wanna be/ No other I care to see, hey/ Take me back to Tennessee
Alabama, there I know where I am/ There I know where I
my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower
crazy
now you’ve crossed a line
I thought you were real now I see you’re skilled it took me by surprise but bitches don't say goodbye
I thought you
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and shut up a minute.
Give me a chance to talk, it's my turn.
Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
oczekiwaniom
Nagrywam te EP ę i numer
Po co masz szperać z sekretów odzierać
By w końcu powiedzieć
Nie lubię
Daję ci powód na tacy
Refren jest dicho
Teksty są
on a dime
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear-
We haven't got time!
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum
La-da-da-da-da da-dum
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
warty
Bóg Bóg Bóg przy kim stoję wiem nigdy www fajny ksiądz pl
Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
no amateur
Bom bom bom
Bum bum bum
Ain't shit sweet
I Ain't impressed by no gold
I just wanna see us shine
I'm the baddest queen you know
The only
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Oh
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
I don't need you like that, not in my
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
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