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atcreams&yachtson - calibama anthem lyrics

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[verse 1: yachtson]
imma have to f-ckin’ smoke before i record
tell the new boy to check up on the door

cop knocking f-ck boy
you could catch this fade

i been around a bus couldn’t stop me
i been around a lot of xan sigmapi

waves up now the whole world wanna roll tide

[verse 2: atcreams]
the emotions i envoke in all these honeys they be potent
s’why i’m hopin’ that i never open up

we was never datin’, so we never broken up
and i never did enough
and either way you look at it, both of us is f-cked

watch us wither way to dust boi down to dirt
s’why i’m so d-mn down to earth

3 peat in 2 states got me cheesin’ out like a curd

all i know i’m trap happy
got six b-tches mad at me
and i beat that mad tabby
alabama grabbed the natty
things i miss i list ’em sadly

3 ratchets and a blunt wrap
j buddha finna hunt that
in ‘n’ out from the west coast
made gouda then we finna come back from

fo co colorado, drivin’ wit the mangoscato
boi you need to bring a bottle, but the money ain’t the problem, i just know we drink alotta when we swerving around the potholes

make no mistake this my life ain’t yours to take
kit kat bar imma break your face
see a cop car imma hit the brakes
game of life boi, not a race you just wasting time boi outta place, raiden take

[verse 3: j buddha]

leaders are followers
go ahead, listen, follow this
tell ya boo to come swallow this
often he spit some college sh-t

reckoned to wreck, this sh-t just on some lawless sh-t
still truthful and stupid
get this verb and deposit it
with this vigor so youthful

i hope this sh-t isn’t wrong, is it?
connect live across the country, went to pay mom a visit
told her i been livin, cursin, spittin, k!llin sh-t
she said unto me ‘boy, get your pharmacy’

[verse 4: atcreams]
break it down, break it down
come a long way cookin’ eggs with the bacon now
watch me nae nae stanky leg, ya i’ll take u out
hand up on your hip girl watch it slither down

will you be my baby daddy and i be like ‘nah’
cause you can’t cook and you can’t clean
you’ll rob me for what i got
that may not be a lot, but i ain’t sharin’ with no thots
or am i sharin’ all my thoughts
oh boy just tell me when to stop

you can hate on all our music makin’ anthems party rock
and boy this sh-t amusing, he just don’t know when to talk
oh and now i’m dreamin’ lucid, think i get it from my pops

530, 205
39 hour drive, thank the lord i have my life
thanks to ford for my fly -ss ride

f-ck what you heard or why that’s right
oh how absurd he can’t rap, he’s white
i could rule the world if you p-ss the light
don’t fool a girl she can have the night

sac the v to the t that’s why
since i could read try to reach the sky
in this blood i bleed be my prayers to god
not much i need i don’t ask a lot
squared up with me know i back it up
don’t f-ck with lean since i yaked it up
used to f-ck with me oh what happened cause
oh he f-cked with me so i cracked him up

broad day with a knee, how it be
run up!
so faded in the t, hardly see in front!
why u askin’ me to see in my trunk?
at to the creams, yo i been grown up!

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