MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
yelawolf - best friend
Ain't never been much of the church type
But I believe in the last days
I walk through Hell almost every night
But I believe it's a pathway
Say boy, what you doin' with your life
With those tattoos on your face?
Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
Because I got beat with my mama's belt
But I learned from my mistakes
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
But if you spit on my fucking grave
And wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'mma send you straight up to my best friend
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
God, please could you arm me with the armor
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
Could have gone the other way many times
Could have turned Dalai with the lama
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent
Recently, but don't jinx it
It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though
Maybe not finna enter
The priesthood, but at least should
Make an attempt to show some remorse
And to be some sort of a repenter
For the people I've been a menace to
Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher
Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't like when I rap
Or what I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
And take a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
And I (I got a best friend, best friend)
Plus balls and intestines
And they never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming
Cause failure's something I can barely stomach
And I only listen to my gut
So unless you're my fuckin' belly button
Don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
Who you think I'm talking 'bout?
Lifts me up when I'm down and out
Still look to him without a doubt
Still got a (best friend, best friend)
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed a mouth
Now that I got a higher power
Now when I blackout, power outage
They powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds
The black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You be D-O-A, they'll announce
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He's all around you
Not even the doctors at the hospital
Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
Just in-piggy-possible to revive you
That's word to the diggy doc
Stiggy-stopping is not an option
Something I'm not gonna do
I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot
And who you think's my Glock that I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up
Sending you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
yelawolf - 20 boys
[Royce da 5'9"]
Ryan's a homicidal misfit, I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my mission of having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writing, but I will stick this pencil in your ass
Before I write your shit, pause, inhaling hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, going door-to-door
Like we selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I'm about as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you'd probably rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It probably will smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floating in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I'm fucking heinous, I make you fucking famous
Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you saying?
[Eminem]
FUCK! It's fucking raining, SHIT! There's lightning, BITCH!
It's thundering cause I'm cussing up a storm if you wondering, SHIT!
SHIT! You couldn't muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, chump
If you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, and odds with us, your squad's gotta be
Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all's we know
Is y'all lowered the bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fucking the dog before we start calling YOU Bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch, y'all done raped a pitbull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile's directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint
You must be huffing, fuck a ball sack
If the taints can't take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
[Hook: Eminem]
Must be outta your mind, you think you fucking with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
[Joell Ortiz]
Puffin' loosies, watching "I Love Lucy" with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? I'm Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
'Til then I kill the bad man trying to slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so mois
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don't ask what we came for
I write until my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that? Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a Jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight
[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the 'jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without rigging the deck
So I'm well-prepped if you just want war
There will be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It's raw, you keeping acting like you don't know Mouse, nigga
And you going to need the best doctors, house nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate
I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face
Talking funds, niggas ain't never seen stock
I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
[Hook]
[Crooked I]
Take off, you invited inside of the mind of
A psychotic rhymer, I'm kind of a (Dahmer)
I'm grinding up rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I'm the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I'm there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like unlimited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I'm a step on you, bring it to your yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the West
I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
[Yelawolf]
I got Jim Beam in the liver, getting head like clean clippers
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain't seen sicker
Than a cracker that will hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that's as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I'm Illuminati, so fucking ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown's hanging
And the freakshows at the county carnival, then you paying
Bitch, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling "Go Shady!" Driving slower than an old lady
In an old '89, no piece if you pay me
Give me peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago would have broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain't fucking with Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce
You don't want to see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point oh boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy game over
[Eminem]
Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again
[Yelawolf]
Game over!
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yelawolf - animal
Yeah i?d like to sing you a little ditty
[Hook]
They should?ve never ever let you out
Go down em all from the south
Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do
Coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving (big boy)
You know they?re taking shots at you
Cos you?re an animal, Oh
[Verse 1]
Here we go, Alabamas own buddy
Chroming eh? And i?m in the zone now
Everybody, bringing em home baby
Tour to stay?
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Runnin over motherfuckers like i?m in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Beat a late night snack
I'm Santa Clause
Down to Panama beach
Drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra?
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumping let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, buttering butter butter bing?
Trashy white, pass the mic, Yeah I?m doing em dirty
Fists start pumping when I?m in the lights, like I?m rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I?m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 minivans?
You?ll get when I win but I won?t lose
In fact I?m gonna win, win again with another hand
Here?s another hand, here?s another hand
Dilly? can I get another hand ?
Heres a hand, king king king king
Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south
? ? ?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Candy coated whip? running over candy coated rappers
(Hrooom)
Pennies on ? do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor
(Action!)
Cartwheel ?
When I throw a dart at a wet seal? well I can see ya well I?m gonna throw a fucking harpoon
Well let me ?? Moon
In the morning you?re waking up like a broom swept off ya feet cos Yelawolf ain't a groom
I ain?t popping the cherry, I?m popping berry moonshine hop in the bedroom lets move
If ya wanna compare me, compare me to a legend, don?t compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinnabun, Now sit upon your fucking roof
?
Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dried out now everybody skate
Cos I?m a lord of a doggytown (What?)
A.L.A.B.A.M.A My state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body
Looking for the little small town gate party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie
Get shitty like a porta-potty
Jump on the paddy wagon like a pack of stallion?
???
[Hook]
yelawolf - be the one
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all the youth
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cuz I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cuz I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cuz I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No? Well look
[Hook]
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
'Cuz I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cuz all that dumb shit that I've done,
built me up to make me the one
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the .45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches up with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed
and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're 'bout it enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash,
some people shout and they scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cuz I'll be making this movie
and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything
I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cuz I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that
I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin'
don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
[Hook]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
yelawolf - big nutz
I got nutz on the mike you can hear it on stereo
See on the palm from mother fucking I'm teary oh
Beast to en cherry oh, balance is from the swinging roll
There it goes catch the speed and make them all who stereo
Got em dizzy and really get it like Mary Joe
Round with the... that battle is packing in every show
Yeah I sound like a savage... can let it flow
You ain't a big foot you just to get it though
Bet your mamas smoking who plus with the... rose
Ain't you gonna start but you got a pair of dough
But who's to drop in there's no...
Hook:
Got a lot of juice, big crops
Running over mother fuckers see the big truck
Looking dead in the face bitch roll
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz
Slapping the shit out the biggest mother fucker in the room
Disrespecting my family I got big nutz
Got a lot of juice yeah, big crops
Big..., big nutz yeah
So people wanna buy... talk shit I get slow, fuck your way
Everybody thinks that I got... and I walk around like...
what your name
Pull out the iphone make it forward in a few make it...
soldier game
Acting me by a rap what... what's my lane
Won't be the snap back my... that quick I'm fucking crazy
If I gotta keep go man like a grow man I feel such a baby
Get to cross and I have the best 'cause I feel suffocated
You say run it out mouth 'cause I got your body...
pop your place
Say yellow what's the lane,
Ain't shit with the gas price 'cause I steal it in the bad life
With my own lane and I'm doing on fuck your name
It's a game that a minute game and I wanna fuck 'cause
I'm lot to play
Dude fucking hey and I know you got to hate
[Hook:]
Got a lot of juice, big crops
Running over mother fuckers see the big truck
Looking dead in the face bitch roll
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz yeah, big nutz yeah
Big nutz
Slapping the shit out the biggest mother fucker in the room
Disrespecting my family I got big nutz
Got a lot of juice yeah, big crops
Big..., big nutz yeah
yelawolf - box chevy ii
I'm out the gate like a race horse
Made in the A of course, that's A for Alabama
I'll be damned if I say Georgia
Tennessee in this bitch
I got some Hennessy that's paid for
Give me the big bottle, fuck it
If I break it, I'll pay for it
My ladies laying in the Chevrolet
And I say "lord thank you for giving me
This baby girl on a suede horse"
Yeah, this ain't no gay Ford
I'm pushing bowties till I die
And I'm gonna ride to my legs sore
Folks I got a six four
Plus a Beretta sitting in the floor
Better protect yours
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro's girl
(Still) I'm an American Rock N Roll grand baby
Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Am
The Chevrolet Slim Shady
There's no way you can save me
Bass boat flakes, you never seen such
Roll down my window like "Who I am? doesn't mean much. "
Burning tread off a thousand dollar tires with a clean touch
Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch
Bitch I'm
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
Yea, windows washed, lookin' like a glass house
Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren
Feels like I'm watching television on a couch snorin'
I must be dreaming leanin' back inside this chariot
Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it
A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with, Jack D
And take my fucking keys so that I don't, wreck it
Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it
How does it feel from over here? Oh blessed
This is for all the Chevy's that I collected
Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is
To you man I just want to give you a message, oh
I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday
Watching punks and chumps and dunks get hella paid
But I just focused on my vision and never quittin'
Now man I'm sittin' in my vision with a reason to celebrate
I'm
yelawolf - daddy s lambo
[Yelawolf:]
You really in Beverly hills
And so Drama beats.
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamorghini, woah
You must have white brea, let's make a sandwich
Now, I ain't never seen money you got
Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks
So if you take me up show me the Balcony look over
The hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop
Popstars like you, you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
But with me you appreciate the steps
Act like you don't wanna see how much it is Jack Daniels you can handle
You can drink and get cut like Rambo
Let me drive your Daddy's Lambo
[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Your young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace
Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast
Though you ain't never been to waffle house
Always hanging in guys and dolls
If you came to the shop, I'll put you in a Chevy AM
Reach out to the mall
Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody
ButI'm off to the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salama boy
Meet a rich girl I can't need a headache
But I can take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy
[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
What you got in that toe bag
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your dadda made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this wine from water
Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drummer made a beat that'll climb the chart
Money, money, money, money, money
Ain't it funny what a hunny and a Lambourghini will do
Some will run into a hundred dollar bill
And drill a [?] anytime, unhappy with a 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyse my swing
It's slick rick and Bobby baby
Gotta let me drop that thing, come on
[Chorus:]
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
[Outro:]
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gon wreck it, I promise
yelawolf - fck me
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin' you up
Fuckin' up your heart
But I ain't gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
I don't know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain't shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I'm an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I'm lookin' for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I'd rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and [?]
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the [?]
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn't believe it I just couldn't conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin' boat
or maybe put a blade to my throat
'Cause I can never be the one you need,
be the man of your dreams
I'm a fuckin' nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn't believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don't know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it's fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin' you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that's all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin' his hand, I'm a fuck him up
I ain't never had nobody like you
I don't know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can't, I'm so in love with you that
I can't see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin' you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship... Fuck
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about [?]
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
'Cause if you leave me lyin' hurt from some lyin' jerk
I'm a bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody's lyin', the preacher, the [?]
'Cause none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can't you see that I'm not shady?
I wouldn't fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin' about what I do lately
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
yelawolf - fast ride
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik ? bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Mello Yello can in my hand ? mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don't talk much
They just get to work ? sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin' bag by the bricks ?
come with the fly, I'm on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom ? raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should've been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I'm around
Circulated ? nerds are in, Urkel made it
I'll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don't run clumsy, punch a perp'
A one, two, three ? I'm at the Chelsea Hotel
Like City Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Get the? fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don't leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
?Cause I might double up and strike, dry heave
But believe, oh believe I'm cold, I'mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin' neon, that's me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I'm?
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik ? bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
So what's new?
Been on that shit, where's the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it ? go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I'm playin' Relapse
Boss ? Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I'm in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ?em in, though
Out the rain, what's a friend for?
Word, oh for sure ? yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy,
don't need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye,
and hey, let's roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin' bitch, it's pay your rent day
You are not alone like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo
like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
I'm just on that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah? yeah?
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
I'm on my shit now?
I'm on my shit now?
I'm on my shit now?
I'm on my?
Yeah, I'm on my shit now?
I'm on my shit now?
Let's go!
yelawolf - change
Killers done found this touch a long time ago
Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road
Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown
But I came out with a light that blind at then end though
Oh I mean a book, cause a book of Neanderthals
Could it be what it what they though it was, well it's kinda known
And it's kinda yes when they dress up my talents [?]
This ain't a star but I got life like a planet though
I was just a bud and would knew that the plant would grow
Flowers and I got flower power like Abbey Road
I caught the sun shower drenched in a pot of gold
Bless you with this twinkling pile of smoke
The wind got in my sails in the creek, water no paddle boat
Nobody picking me off the ground when my saddle broke
It don't matter though, a horse is a horse
Plus I needed the workout, I'm kinda glad it broke
I'm ecstatic, better yet, I'm in that kinda mode
That classics are made from
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
Yeah that's me, with a fifth of that Jack D
Still ridin' dirty to 8-ball MJG
Still got the house in the little hood that raised me
Still know dope boys, I talk to em daily
Still got that red neck family who loves me
Still hop out of trucks in the heart of Dixie
Don't try to put me back, I'm apart of my history
Because I'm creative, smart and thrifty
Cause I take the shotgun, I BB your [?]
Jump in the Chevy through some Catfish Billy trippin'
Hop on the 808, when I'm pimpin' you know I'm pimpin'
Never gave a fuck about the lines I crossed when I'm playing chicken
Raise on the Bible Belt with the cross I was made a Christian
What's up world? I'm in Alabama chillin'
And I just stuck a shot for the ones who stop and they hit the ceiling
Drop the top on the 65 in Nash, I can still here em, they're saying
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, don't turn around)
Do not succumb to the masses ideas
Or the ridicule and the judgement
Of those who follow the ideas of the weak
Will perish and they did fall of enlightenment
Become the vision of the minds eye
And carry your flame to the fire
Do not wait for the fire to carry the flame to you
Build, work, build, work, build, work, fall down
Fall down, fail, learn, learn, earn, earn in [?]
Money is the tool for a creation of the creative space
Do not squander the value of a gift from a friend
Family, strangers, enemies, Atheists, [?], people
People in this ocean of hungry minds
Feed, do no starve
Start now, wake up now
A trillion more lives will live
Happy before one of those trillion
Care a lot about your happiness
Love yourself and hate only you
If you don't...
yelawolf - everything i love the most
Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me?
And everything I?m holding close, is so far away from me?
They don?t want me to love it, they don?t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why is everything I love the most, is so wrong for me!
Yeah! Problematic, I?m so problematic
That I?m probably a problem addict
Pop a ??? cause my neck is hurting
Hotel, bedrooms?? curtains
Shit everywhere like is ??
I could got it to ???
Empty bottle of Jack I could ???
Think for a minute if I ???
To my ?? is an opened book, a Bible
To my right is a? and her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name was Brook
She?s asleep, and I?m giving her the lamest look
But head out so I could see your face
Cause it was dark and I met her at the game I talked about
I?m gonna stick her inside the will, but ???
OK, I was high shit
Remember how ??? and it?s the walk of shame again!
[Chorus:]
Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me?
And everything I?m holding close, is so far away from me?
They don?t want me to love it, they don?t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me!
Smoking hot, ??? keep a ??? my cup
Try to be a simple ?? every time I think I?m gonna fall in love
I?m back and forth like I?m tracking the ???
The house that never runs out of boxes
?? but by the end of the night we?re flopping
And I?ll be ?? to get pop in
?? intolerable, only ?? they?re cracking
?? you can make any jerk with a penny worth??
On another level, not in the Earth
??I had twins at birth
Dripping shirts ??? manage a trios?
?? not proud of me, yeah I?m a lousy???
[Chorus:]
Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me?
And everything I?m holding close, is so far away from me?
They don?t want me to love it, they don?t wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me!
yelawolf - far from a bitch
(Yelawolf)
I crawl through beats, like I had paws for feet
That's why they call them tracks
I dial into my tone, that's why these bitch rappers never call me back
But I didn't hang up on you, I just hung you out to dry
Clothes line! Little babies, go to school, don't pout cry
So sick that I make sick sick
Stick dick in a bitch with slit wrist just to get a quick fix
Sip syrup - sip fix
Her and get a twit pic
I'm on! Yeah I'm on, and you gonn' smell my cologne
I'm on, yeah I'm on
(Big HUD hook)
Far from a bitch and I put that on my main ho
Catch me posted on the block like I'm a valero
Put that dagger in your heart like a bow and arrow
Somebody had to lose, I guess that's how to game go (YEAH)
The game go, I guess that's how the game go
I'm Far from a bitch and I put that on my main ho (YEAH)
My main ho, I put that on my main ho
I'mFar from a bitch and I put that on my main ho
(Rittz)
She know that I'm a pro and I don't even got to tell her
White bitch looking like Sarah Michelle Gellar
Got a (something) on vanilla
Get her once she say he wanna get to know me better
I said it, I could read her mind, she like an open letter
Next thing you know I had her face against a feather pillow
In a cheap hotel when I (something something) drill her
Like a jack hammer, almost (something) in her
Tap-tap-tapping that ass like a tap dancer
Then I skeeted, told that bitch to leave or imma' back-hand her
I'm just playing baby, I don't really act in that manor
Cause' my game so (something), I ain't scared of taking all the ladies
Especially when she give a great blowjob
We can go to dinner, Stoney River steak (something)
Martini bar, swear it ain't no prob
Now just keep your mouth shut 'bout us
You don't wanna piss my main ho off
(Hook)
(Young Stuggle)
I ain't a a killer but don't push me
My moneyrun long like John Holmes in the pussy
Married to these streets, I got a cocaine wife
They say the folk ain't right leave my momma alone and blame my life
If Kenny Powers fucked Griselda Blanco I'd be they son
With a hundred grand, steel claiming kids that ain't mine to get that tax refund
(Something) cards in my pocket, shit, none of 'em mine
Slumerican pie, subliminal crimnal crimes ahead of my time
(Hook)
yelawolf - get away
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking
Product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking?
Meaning I'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply cause I'm made that way
I build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that
I'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, I need that
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Get away
Tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken Chevrolet
Till there's nothing left to say, cause if I don't get away
People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You won't have to get away from me
Load up the guns, load up the guns
? won't have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don't get away
People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I'd a been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
When I have probable cause I never stand tall
Dog, you gotta do something Fatt
Who would roll with Wolf, why you come back?
Cause them up there, don't want to play fair
Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack
Dumb Fatt, dumb ?, criticize a nigga for the Crack I sell?
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well
Or eat at all, want to see me fall
Cause I see them all dog, them lines
Only cause I got Catfish on my side
Bitch I'm headed up, up to the sky
Roll up, let's get high
Wavin' them bye, I need that
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out
?
They put my dick in your mouth
Take it back out
Put it back in
Fuck on the floor
Skeet on the couch
So when you ugly motherfuckers ?
This retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with
If you're in, say you're in, (Say you're in!)
And if you're in some motherfuckin business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, out of luck, you don't do "WIN"!
Not in there, not a nigga, can't compare
So what I do to these bars on these walls
On the scales, in the clubs, in the bars, ?, in the jails
I need that
[Hook]
yelawolf - good girl
[intro: yelawolf]
this ain't for the good girls gone bad
this one's for the bad girls tryna go good
[hook: poo bear]
how can someone like me so bad just touch a good girl
touch a good girl, you're a good girl
and i know that i don't treat you like i should girl
like i could girl, like my good girl
[verse 1: yelawolf]
here i go again, on my shit again
walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
you had a halter top, i had my famous socks
you came to shop, i came to ho hop
you had your girl with you, both looking great
i wanted both of y'all, how 'bout a double take
she was hating, looking at me like a scumbag
but something made you wanna turn around and come back
probably cause i just don't give a fuck
i just wanna see one of these hookas in my trunk
so tell your girlfriend "tough luck"
she just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
well, i really ain't into that type of shit
i'm into tattoos, drink until 6
fuck until 9, sleep until 12
and going back to my homies with a story to tell
[hook]
[verse 2: yelawolf]
this shit should've been finished
i'm as surprised as you are that you still let me in it
but you continue to text message me
right after saying that we should move separately
but you don't wanna see me go
even though i've only given you dick and cold cereal
so you must have a thing for lucky charms
or the bad girl in you just fell in my lucky arms
you love to cuss me out and call me crazy
say i'm no good and all of your friends hate me
then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
and then it goes from "fuck you" to "fuck me baby"
you leave early so nobody sees you out the spot
now you stuck between a hard place and a rock
you call me a player but i have lied to you not
cause i'm not a player, i just crush a lot
[hook]
[verse 3: yelawolf]
i'm in jail again, on my johnny cash
some dude was talking shit, i had to whoop his ass
called you in the morning and you just fucking laughed
you think this cute, you love my crazy ass
and i wonder if you'll ever leave my side
cause the more that i ignore you, the more you wanna ride
i tell you that i'm bad but you never ask why
cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
you wanna rock, let's rock and roll, just know
i'm only good at one thing and that's not control
but i am consistent, that's something to be proud of
cause i ain't shit with you and i ain't shit without you
[hook]
[outro: yelawolf]
to all the bad girls, trying to go good
no such thing as a good girl gone bad
just a bunch of bad girls tryna go good
holler at me, mane
hello, my name is yelawolf
i'm a sex addict, it's a disease
there's medication for it and everything
i take pills
yelawolf - good to go
(Chorus)
Good to go, good to go
Good to go, good to go
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all night)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
[Verse 1:Yelawolf]
Walk with a limp but I talk with a lingo
Party with a bunch of bad girls in a pinto
Run up on a mother fucker wit a dull pencil
Sharper than a number 2 on his new Benzo
Hit the breaks all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in yo face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy the style
Ill lend yo ass, the mans so bad
From Alabama with a banjo cocked back
Swing bass like a Rambo fix that
I don't want to hear shit buddy that's that
Can't get a buzz, well run back to the bar
Get another drink, get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number bitch
Maybe when I'm ready to roll ill hitcha with a totem poll
But right now I'm
(Chorus)
[Verse 2:Bun B]
Well boy you wanna do shit, lets get to it
You already know ima run right through it
Im just like fluid, matter fact like water
Come and be real or go lil harder
Hide yo girlfriend, wife, or daughter
Put em on a plate ima serve your order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
Game over by the end of the first quarter
Wake up hater, rise and shine
Ima star boy, you ridin pine
I got your main girl ridin mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
Its grindin time as I declare
I run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathons
Ya gangstas be like hammer gone
(Chorus)
[Verse 3:Yelawolf]
Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat
And we got these (poppers on the chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C (pockets fulla stones)
I gotta pocket fulla stones cause I fell off my dirtbike
In cargo pants
I rock the microphone literally
Litter the track lyrically with bottles cans
Pop a band
Put a stack on it ill water these plants like aqua man
Make a rapper run back to the studio
Retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
Ill be damned, catfish billy
You don't wanna run if yo rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible,incredible, inevitably, GO!
(Chorus)
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