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cold, cold like winta
Jeffrey dahmer, lef yuh body ina freeza
Get mi gunz dem from Alabama
Shot calla, Yo amballa
Mi dawgs dem bad dunga California
Mon

when I'm gone
But for now it's still me riding alone
By the time you wake up I'll already sang this song
Bring me that horizon
There ain't no telling

complacency, they wanna keep us dumb
Intelligence the spark now I'm hotter than the sun
Spitting condemnation like an Alabama preacher
The world needs a lesson

attraction we had that
12 On dash, born straight out hot Atlanta 
16 Connect Tennessee to Alabama, no rap talk
Im comin' out of the dirt, knowin my bags how

know is getting paid somewhere posted flippin strains

Sell it by the juice but this ain’t Minute Maid

Same shit different day, they call me Emory Jaymz

That Alabama salt
Air from the gulf
Yesterday's treasure
By small colored houses on stilts

You'd take the pink one
For six days in June
I'd be

I'm from Cali
Where everyone wanna be
Close to the ground like a Warrior
At attention like a sergeant
Wear hair by Margean
Door cracks we barge in

all the bills are paid
Wake up, slave away
Man I swear I do it for the lattes

Iced down beer in the cooler
Buyin' Busch Light by the case
When I get it

dreaming
I had proper goals
Propaganda like some Tropicana
Scheduled sessions
Somewhere out in Alabama
Went from baking soda
To real arm and hammer
Shit be

Walkin' down by the water,
Now i'm feelin' so alive,
Seasons change like no other, 
Girl you took me for a ride,
Some days good chillin',
Some days

in the
Great city of Center Point in the state of Alabama
I came here real quick
I want to talk about the creative nature of God
Look here, whatever

I did it for good 
Changed my phone number
And got my stuff moved 
That's the truth 

Leaving Alabama
Took the 85 and left the scene
Wanted by some

chodź częściej do obcych ludzi

To my bezpańskie psy nauczone gryźć
Nikt z nas nie chce by przez niego płynęły łzy
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[Verse 1]

She ask wea I’m from I told ha Alabama
She say what you doin hea in Atlanta
I’m wit da gang da mob da family
I’m trying to spend on da

minute with you till we just ran out of time
Didn't know how bad you had me 'til I reached that Alabama line
M-I-Double S-I-Double S-I-Double P-I
Bye-Bye,

well on bandana o
She love me die n ma banana o
Onana naa
Diana na o
Girl you so fine my rihanana na o
Make we go chill for Alabama o
I go buy you gucci

I've got my half ton Silverado Loaded to the brim
Got my six string ridin' shotgun cause she's still in Alabama
I'm ditchin' this little Texas town

the back of the line
Where he was all out of his mind

And I forgot my own camping tent
I guess I'll float down by the water
I'll wait in Alabama
As I'm

you like it strong? And, hey, do I smell weed in here? All of my friends call me J.C., by the way ! ‚Back in my day I had zip, had nothing but the dress

me I was still his little mountain baby
He put his love into all that he did, that man had a heart so big

He was loved by so many, I was proud to call

and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it

by and make him stare
His girlfriend mad but I don't even care
See I don't share no nigga
A fucking fashion killer
This pussy on the way like a door

para yer tiriyer derim
Her gün solo albüm
Bu baskıyı kaldıramam beni affet seni
Ve tüm sözlerimi gömdüm!

- Sarp
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on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44