Lyrics:
Leaving sweet home Alabama
Got my pistols by my side
I always turn to the music
I love to hear that freebird fly
I'm leaving sweet home Alabama
With
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
strapped
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
And crawled to my truck
I knew if I was gonna beat these aliens, I'd need distance and luck
So I sped through the muck
Until I ended up
Over by the levy, and I
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
V1
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
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,
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
to fans saying) Lilly: Hannah you rock I cant believe
you did three on chores (saying it in exciment Then
shuts the door looks at hannah not happy saying)I
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
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
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
Just 'cause I haven’t been posting, don’t think I got slow
My records still stand, elevate with my flow
Take me to new heights, my fans all around
Oh oh na na
Oh na na
Na na na na
Uh yeah uh yeah
How you hating
You a fan bro
Bus load of Hunnies
I'm in the Lambo
Your baby mama
She a fan though
manners
I am not a fan of
I am blown off far with the realest dandelions
Bloom I stand by the
Bloom I stand by the
Bloom I stand by the
Bloom I stand by
Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand by me?)
Can we stand
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
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
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
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
You know I got it made
Save the chorus for me
Already top ten
Ima make it top three
Fans adding up
Gotta count by the tree
Got another new milli
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
a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
We comin' through to take control
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