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I WISH Lyrics
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern
Louisville slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother
You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
Yela’s verse in the “I wish” remix is SO GANGSTA:
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern
Louisville slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother
You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
Alabama’s elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
Cover with Mossy Oak sleeves, I got em’, believe it momma
Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he’s bluffing nah
Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
I’m reading bullet holes, I wish a fucka would
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?
Daddy’s Lambo xo!
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?
Daddy’s Lambo……. killer joint.
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his ammo
They don’t know that old man don’t hold hands or throw hands naw he’s rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
Daddy Lambo. Verse 1. Killer
They prob’ly 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
HARD…WHITE
YELAWOLF F.U. Lyrics
I’m from Alabama buddy and what what does that mean you don’t like my state
You put a stereotype on my people homie but you know exactly what I’m gonna say
You see me shining without a diamond at all but you’d rather see me stuck in the shade
Oh you mad I’m getting butter motherfucker you don’t wanna see yeller get paid
That’s a reasonable excuse to hate so thank you I must bless you
It’s unbelievable you could rescue the nephew and girl let loose
Who am I well you know who I am when cat fish billies middle finger flings
And all the love I’m getting from the critics is making me wanna turn around and sing…
Keys, goin’ to grab ‘em, Shits Creek, don’t leave the paddle
Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle
‘Cause I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple
Feelin’ like I got the biggest dick in the world and I can’t even fit a Magnum
(Lemon!) My mama smokin’ weed like a chim-I-ney, call her Ma Marley
Like (Yeah mon!), yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party
Right (Here mon!), pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you don’t give a fuck
You don’t (Fear none), hardest man alive
lemonade freestyle
And I really miss the rain
I gave you all of my soul
And I got left was a key chain
Rollin down 20 mayne
With this jack in my cup
Feeling down on my luck
‘Love Is Not Enough’
moonshine in the bottle got the room swirlin like peppermints
Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it’s the perfect time
To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
Take em to the house and (what)
Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
How we do it down south and (what)
I’m always going going,
Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
Crop dusting from a Boeing
Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
Gettin stupid, gettin silly
Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
Fucked up but I’ll tell you that I can’t complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained
I JUST WANNA PARTY I JUST WANNA PARTY I JUST WANNA PARTY
“Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it’s like to pick a fight with me is like putting Nikes on a cheetah
Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas
I’m out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter”
took some amazing photos last show at the highline! would love the opportunity to do it again! send them to you guys of course. _JUles
I WISH A MUTHAFUCKA WOULD TELL ME I AIN’T HIP HOP, BITCH U AIN’T HIP HOP
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“Confederate flags, I see ‘em
In a truck with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn’t talk about
Moving keys of coke man
Ain’t no such thing as a free bird
Billy’s got that street work
And he’s packing a nasty heater”
“White boys eat pussy like a sandwich.” – “Lick the Cat”
Yeah, I got a pocket fulla stones, ’cause I fell of my dirt bike in cargo pants
-Good to Go
“This ain’t a figment of my imagination, buddy, this where I live…BAMA” – Pop the Trunk
Well, boy, you wanna do this shit, well, let’s get to it
You already know I’ma run right through it
I’m just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on, be real, I go a lil’ harder
Yelawolf- Pop The Trunk
Think he’s playin? You better listen what he’s sayin punk. Don’t make me go pop the trunk… on you. He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag, layin in the back of the donk boy. Don’t make me go pop the trunk… on you!
<3 Yelawolf more then life!!