Night In Alabama

Aye
Mm
Yea
Sa'vant did this one
You can slip
You can whip
You can exit (yea)
Look
Aye
Yea
Tell the streets i'm going fed (fed)
Tell them cappers go to bed (bed)
Anyway, I'm getting bread (bread)
Cut up the beat, going med (yea)
Lil mama got cakes so I call her Little Debbie (Debbie)
I'm Dripping that sauce, that pasta, that fete (fete)
100s and 50s, they fall like confetti
Just like Little Ceasers, I stay hot and ready
Yea I stay ready (woo woo woo woo)

Back of the back, I move like a boss
Versace my luggage, you know what it cost
Your girlfriend be jocking, she fixing to get tossed (yuh yuh)
She throwing, I'm catching just like Randy Moss (yuh)
Ice on my wrist, Now I look like Jack Frost (yea)
Winning and winning, never take a loss
And if she lose me, you know that's her fault (out of there)
Damn that's Her Fault

You caught her cheating, I say it's an incident
Mess with the same girl? it's a coincidence
That was yo "other", it wasn't significant
Act like she wasn't an active participant
Got mad at me cause I'm feeling indifferent
Killing the beat, and I'm feeling magnificent
Teaching these niggas, I need a certificate
(Yea yea yea yuh)

I cut the beat like a lamb to the slaughter
She half and half, I'm drinking arnold palmer
Fell asleep watching how I met your father
I got the potions, call me Harry Potter
I don't like messy girls, this ain't soccer
I got balenciaga, pop my collar
Riding so private, I fly in a bomber

(Clap clap clap clap)
One step two step four
Who is that knocking at yo door
Who is that murdering the flow
Who is that knocking at ya window
Switching and switching the tempo
Switching and Switching, Nintendo
Louder and Louder, Crescendo
Two arms out like akimbo
Slicing the beat like i'm kimbo
I got her low like a limbo
Shooting and shooting, unlimited ammo damn
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
Yea
Aye
Ya dig
Aye
Yea Sa'vant



Credits
Writer(s): Amir Lanfair
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