Savannah Alabama
Charlii Duckets
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I am so, so Savannah… Alabama-bama-bama
He got broads in Atlanta… white boy Danny Tanner Tanner
If I’m wrong for my manner… suck him by his long banana
Send me straight to the slammer…
Sure, sure Janna-Janna-Janna
I’m the winner, winner, winner
Too hot simmer, simmer, simmer…
Down… to a science… why the fuck she always lyin…
On me? She-she should never step to a bitch like me
I’m too pretty, I’m too petty
Go boop boop like my name was Betty Wright
So soul sister. I’m a pink pistol - I’m bougie and I’m ratchet
Nigga I’m a bitch go and get the dog whistle
If I throw it back you bettеr catch it
Feel my energy? You bettеr match it
See a bad weave, I’m gon snatch it…
Off the chain. She “what’s her name”
I hate bum bitches with a passion
Get up out my face please do it in a timely fashion
I’m telling y’all that I love my team because we all about that action
They all tryin’ to keep up, but they lackin and they slackin
If she tries to lay a diss track guarantee that shit won’t get no traction
Hatin on me such a habit they go to bed, wake up, repeat, then they rinse
Had all that mouth The other day, but when I run up she feeling so tense
Tryin’ to figure out if they like my style, but hoes still on the fence
Might as well just run it back cause it ain’t gon make no sense
I am so, so Savannah… Alabama-bama-bama
He got broads in Atlanta… white boy Danny Tanner Tanner
If I’m wrong for my manner… suck him by his long banana
Send me straight to the slammer…
Sure, sure Janna-Janna-Janna
He got broads in Atlanta… white boy Danny Tanner Tanner
If I’m wrong for my manner… suck him by his long banana
Send me straight to the slammer…
Sure, sure Janna-Janna-Janna
I’m the winner, winner, winner
Too hot simmer, simmer, simmer…
Down… to a science… why the fuck she always lyin…
On me? She-she should never step to a bitch like me
I’m too pretty, I’m too petty
Go boop boop like my name was Betty Wright
So soul sister. I’m a pink pistol - I’m bougie and I’m ratchet
Nigga I’m a bitch go and get the dog whistle
If I throw it back you bettеr catch it
Feel my energy? You bettеr match it
See a bad weave, I’m gon snatch it…
Off the chain. She “what’s her name”
I hate bum bitches with a passion
Get up out my face please do it in a timely fashion
I’m telling y’all that I love my team because we all about that action
They all tryin’ to keep up, but they lackin and they slackin
If she tries to lay a diss track guarantee that shit won’t get no traction
Hatin on me such a habit they go to bed, wake up, repeat, then they rinse
Had all that mouth The other day, but when I run up she feeling so tense
Tryin’ to figure out if they like my style, but hoes still on the fence
Might as well just run it back cause it ain’t gon make no sense
I am so, so Savannah… Alabama-bama-bama
He got broads in Atlanta… white boy Danny Tanner Tanner
If I’m wrong for my manner… suck him by his long banana
Send me straight to the slammer…
Sure, sure Janna-Janna-Janna
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