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Baddazis - Alma Mata lyrics
Fuck it, I bet chu' wont sang That shit onthere Alma Mata(Alma Mata),(unh, unh) nigga' this the Alma Mata nigga' (This the Alma Mata) Everybody raise up, raise up (Watch out for dat' South Carolina shit) Yeah put your hands in the air,(put your hands in the air) (Like dis')Like dis' here, check it out I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south shit nigga' I love it 300 plus shawty and I love to fuck(love to fuck) Love to smoke weed, love to get my dick suck It's an everyday ritual, cash before em' all Others niggas see it different but that's my call See I ain't greedy for green, but I'mma get what I earn And if you thinkin' any other that that then you got something to learn I ain't cho' cotton-pickin' fool, I ain't cho' ignorant ass nigga Smoke dope all day but rarely fuck wit' cho' liquor See I'm far from the nigga, that sit on my ass and just complain Mastermind offense and defense Phatz ain't neva' out tha game Reserve the sidelines for the rookies Ol' sissy ass wussies, ol' sissy ass pussies Ol' triflin' ass pussies I keep my thoughts to myself, unless' its written on paper That should go and letta' nigga' know how much I hate cha' I been livin' down south my nigga' all of my life No matter how much I swing I'm always loosin' a fight Some folks pack up and leave, but I be damn if I be(go) go I'm tryin' to get rich quick be damn if I'mma go broke These stereotype-ass people say fucked up shit bout' my state When they ain't never lived in it ain't never brought they fuck-ass my way See in your eyes all you see is cow pastures, and collard greens eatin' ass niggas' Probably thank niggas' still washin' clothes and fetchin' water out of dirty-ass creeks and rivers Ain't no such thang man you can't judge a book by its cover Until you seen it for yourself then you can't judge brother I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it See I'm country as fuck I'm down on my luck When the pressures on nigga', shit who can you trust So I pour my own poison to relieve my stress I can't make it on my own, Lord I need to be bless It's 90 degrees in the shade, but I still feel cold I gots this feeling, I'mma feel this way til' I'm dead and I'm gon' But I ain't gon' let shit take me, I'mma stand up and fight This time I got my skills together and my swing trunk-tight So if you speakin' bout' my itty, bitty city negatively I be guaranteed to make my shit connect so you can feel me The south's my fuckin' home, and if you come here talkin' shit I be damned if I leave this hoe alone, feel me bitch I'mma buck on your ass til' your bitch ass fall And if you come wit' mo' niggas', I'm takin' out all of y'all Man I'm country as a mug, and proud as fuck See once I was down, but now I'm up on my luck They came cross plenty muthafuckas, bit off a lil' change Don't know who in the fuck they dealin' with Insultin'my game I'm one of the hardest hittin' niggas' thats out on the field Never hear me hollerin' bout' keepin' it real What the fuck is keepin' it real?!! "Be yourself" Daddy said, Pist on what dem' other niggas' doin' It's they on fuck up if they lives they ruin Always been bad as fuck ain't no skinny-yimmy All that animosity you pump, fuck it don't even offend me Ambush, thats how we came Suckas thought they was the big mountains, became the small grains Damn right we CAROLINIANS Got any questions? Couldn't be a better time, I'm right here ready for discussion Yeah I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it And I'm livin' down south, shit nigga' I love it You feel the breeze smell shell smoke the trees got the guts that hit the box Handle it, push the hard rock, the hard rock I'm country as fuck, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south shit nigga' I love it (Repeats to end) |
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