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YelaWolf
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Hard White (Up In The Club)
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah) Got my partner Yelawolf with me (What's up Yela?) You know it's time to crank the club up Let's go, Yelawolf
You ain't gotta lay down on your bed To know you already fucked up Letting me in the motherfucking game Is letting me drunk-driving your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club Already had five in my cup I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch That's looking lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with you now? What? You ain't happy with red bottoms? Mad 'cause I'm in VIP With a fucking Jack bottle?
With Tom, Dick and Harry But I got up in this bitch with a tank top 'Cause I spit so very darn quick and scary That's why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with a spiked dick when it can fit barely They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me Go ahead, what the fuck does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes And mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree My limbs are covered in tattoos and my roots, they run deep
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waiting Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feeling brand new Drinks on me, for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse I mean like damn, I just killed it What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Let go of anything that I'm feeling They done broke me down so many times Before that I'm no longer rapping, I'm building
With one brick, two brick, three brick, four Underneath the steps of my single-wide door Raised by them dope boys so I know how them things look Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down For you motherfucker, out there waiting around For some rap savior You better look up at what it is that you facing now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada If God was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka I still kick it at the party when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope The realest ain't as real as this Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waiting Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feeling brand new Drinks on me, for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, don't give a fuck Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
Yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck) It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) Still don't give a fuck (Nah, ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South) Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club, don't give a fuck (Up in the club) (Still don't give a fuck) (Up in the club) (Still don't give a fuck) I ain't in the building, I own the building, bitch
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