Baddazis - Alma Mata lyrics

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Baddazis - Alma Mata lyrics

f** it, I bet chu' won't sang That sh** on there Alma Mata(Alma Mata),(unh, unh) n***a' this the Alma Mata n***a' (This the Alma Mata) Everybody raise up, raise up (Watch out for dat' South Carolina sh**) 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 f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south sh** n***a' I love it 300 plus shawty and I love to f**(love to f**) Love to smoke weed, love to get my dick s** It's an everyday ritual, cash before em' all Others n***as 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 a** n***a Smoke dope all day but rarely f** wit' cho' liquor See I'm far from the n***a, that sit on my a** and just complain Mastermind offense and defense Phatz ain't neva' out tha game Reserve the sidelines for the rookies Ol' sissy a** wussies, ol' sissy a** pussies Ol' triflin' a** pussies I keep my thoughts to myself, unless' its written on paper That should go and letta' n***a' know how much I hate cha' I been livin' down south my n***a' 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-a** people say f**ed up sh** bout' my state When they ain't never lived in it Ain't never brought they f**-a** my way See in your eyes all you see is cow pastures And collard greens eatin' a** n***as' Probably thank n***as' still washin' clothes And fetchin' water out of dirty-a** 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 f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it I'm country as f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' I love it See I'm country as f** I'm down on my luck When the pressures on n***a', sh** 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 sh** take me, I'mma stand up and fight This time I got my sk**s together and my swing trunk-tight So if you speakin' bout' my itty, bitty city negatively I be guaranteed to make my sh** connect so you can feel me The south's my f**in' home, and if you come here talkin' sh** I be damned if I leave this hoe alone, feel me b**h I'mma buck on your a** til' your b**h a** fall And if you come wit' mo' n***as', I'm takin' out all of y'all Man I'm country as a mug, and proud as f** See once I was down, but now I'm up on my luck They came cross plenty muthaf**as, bit off a lil' change Don't know who in the f** they dealin' with Insultin' my game I'm one of the hardest hittin' n***as' thats out on the field Never hear me hollerin' bout' keepin' it real What the f** is keepin' it real?!! "Be yourself" Daddy said Pist on what dem' other n***as' doin' It's they on f** up if they lives they ruin Always been bad as f** ain't no skinny-yimmy All that animosity you pump, f** it don't even offend me Ambush, thats how we came s**as 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 f**, I'm proud of it And I'm livin' down south, sh** n***a' 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 f**, I'm proud of it I'm livin' down south sh** n***a' I love it (Repeats to end)

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