Lyrics:
the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin' in the sticks clickin' off that ana
Roll that Thai like Alabama
Bitch, I'm MC wit' that Hammer
Steady duckin'
in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, fuck, I
name forever stand
He'll always be remembered in the courts of Alabama
Now his earthly race is over, let the curtains fall
They're carrying him back
ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia
I'm do
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
She's getting' hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn't stand a chance
He's sipping' whiskey
Feelin' confident and frisky
that I’m proud of you
Took my life when you left Alabama
I’m so cold I just write in November
Hurt my soul when I think about yo brother
Make a song just
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
Alabama trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father,
Woah woah woah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night
Keep you by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night yeah
Keep you by my side
more respect than any rapper
I'm Nick Saban in Alabama
I got guns but not for cameras
The new man up in Atlanta
I'm the strap on your lap
I'm
to put the bottom in their face
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
Always bring them checks in
40 diamonds on my necklace
Look like Prom when the light hit
Bitch I've never been a bitch
I dougie when I dance
Cause my wrist
on the roof.
An' if you see a woman in a moo-moo,
Readin' Tarot cards an' palms down by the road.
That's how you know; that's how you know,
You're in my
just
Like you high school I was
Fourteen had blunts from alabama
Believe it I had such a bangin war all
About santa fightin with the essays on
Every
Like the Bible belt down in Alabama yeah your praise is up but your knowledge is gone
When the Most High come and drop the hammer I can guarantee you
I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step.
Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want
in Alabama at the trailer park
Bangin' my head on the wall
Before I could buy my little girl a doll
Before Eminem ever gave me a call
I had that
grammar
Got fam in the Chi yeah yeah all the way to Alabama
Miss me with the bullshit
You aint got no street credit
Its in my blood its embedded
I level up
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't
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