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Saturday, July 2, 2011

Yelawolf Ft. CyHi Da Prynce - Gangsta Of Love Lyrics

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Yelawolf Ft. CyHi Da Prynce - Gangsta Of Love

[yealwolf - verse 1]
would the real slim shady please stand up
and tell these muthaf-ckers why i got signed
cause i’m on the verge of slapping one of these white boys
out here tryna imitate my grind
and if you finna feel it when i say that
f-ck you, say something back
what i gotta lose, i’m already the underdog
why wouldn’t i give you the opportunity to rap
f-ck boy, i’m harder than ya momma’s f-ck toy
and she’s still bitching
i’m sicker than a chicken sitting in shit
sticking itself with a syringe in a japanese kitchen, get some
i got the kinky bitch, get crumbs
yeah here the shady clique come
they say i’m a dick head
well it fits why
cause muthaf-ckers p-ssy ass came up til she gets numb
any of many styles that i pick from
f-ck it just give me kick drums
cause yelawolf aint a rapper
i’m a cataclysmic culturally offensive don’t give a shit bum
ex-con
so put ya money on a ‘bama boy
20 west of atlanta boy
you wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
winds ?

[chorus]
all the girls i meet
are falling down them stairs
said gettin themselves together
they gettin themselves together
(thats why they call me)
gangsta of love

yelawolf and i
on top don’t wonder why
cause i rock and roll
stop drop and roll
thats why they call me
(gangsta of love)
feet on the ground
head in the sky
cause i rock and roll
stop drop and roll
thats why they call me

[yealwolf - verse 2]
hold up, my god
let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
i killin on hennessy lately, kp
you might get a hicky from nicki minaj
f-ck em all with a sandpaper dick
i dare anybody to come match to this
you couldn’t hold a flame to my name bitch
i wouldn’t even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick?
i’m treating rappers like loose change
the shoe string belts that i lost in the cracks of my couch
like i didn’t even know i had that until ?
oh you want some of the south shit?
well let me show you what the south is
you into sucking dick
well i’m into getting rich
we could make a good team
put your money where your mouth is

[chorus]

[yealwolf - verse 3]
i roll out in a t-top two seater
looking like an american missle seeker
got back pack packs in my dungerees
yeah i’mma light a fuse under the disbeliever
say you don’t give a shit good
cause i don’t give two shits neither
you ready let it go, i’m already at your funeral
walking with a rose like wiz khalifa
yessir, i’m bonafied
i’mma go ahead and live cause i know i’m gonna die
and if you wanna live baby get up in the whip
baby i don’t know what i’ma give but i know i’m gonna try
whatever it is girl you know i’m gonna vibe
but you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie
what if i buy you drive through popeyes?
do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?
i’m doing this like i knew i would
and you did too, so you knew you did
if i never got a co-sign i’ll be at your throat
and it don’t matter who i’m with
reppin’ that area code 256
white trash girls wink with blue eyelids
because they know yelawolf can’t be f-cked with
but it don’t take an asshole to see that shit

[chorus]

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Yelawolf - Swagger Killer Lyrics

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Yelawolf - Swagger Killer Feat Mz. Shanti

Her legs cross like a lady
Short skirt
In the gym behind the …
I had a glass of wine
Something chic that I picked from the waiter
Moved out through the crowed: pardon me excuse me player
I know she sees me coming there was eye contact
So like sex I was occupied by that bad move
Right hand glass of wine left hand ….
Excuse me homey step off my new shoes
My bad is cool shit I can brush them off
Cause I get my hands full
I guess I have to play it off
Try to step over the velvet road but I missed
And I tripped spilt the red wine on a white dress
Sorry miss Oh my God .. wine on me
So sorry
Swagger killer
Let me get you a towel ….
Swagger killer
Yeah that will be a good idea
Swagger killer
… trying to …
Swagger killer
Oh God you got anything else you can put on
No I don’t have it ..
Pop into the car I don’t know
Here come on
I told her I was sorry ten times over
I took off my jacket she put it on her shoulder
What a mess I’ve made she said: why am I mother fucking …
It’s not that bad babe kind of looks like a …
She cracked a smile
I knew you were trouble when you saw me
I was looking at you from before even when you knew I was standing by the bar
So who you are? You mean who are you?
I am from Berlin
All I want was to get a drink and take your number maybe later on
You and I we can drive around
Let me take you home to get changed how is that sound?
She said seeing you …absolutely …
Took her to the Chevy, nice car!
Opened up her door, what a gentleman
What’s up baby? … close the door
.. navigation somewhere to College park
So I hit the gas station
I cruised up to the …feeling confident
Thinking I’m gonna do it … Mercedes
He roll down the window … this chick, she said
Let’s go … who is this bitch
Holt up! Bitch? Who do you call bitch?
I have just meat this bitch at the bar alright
What’s wrong with you bitch
Why do you ride with this mother fucker here?
OMG I have just meat him
Look I am very sorry about that
Bitch
Swagger killer

Friday, November 26, 2010

Yelawolf - Billy Crystal Lyrics

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Yelawolf - Billy Crystal (ft. Rock City)

Verse 1:
Trailer parks on fire
Billy been cookin up somethin
If you need a biscuit, come on then
Billy has got it jumpin
Get it from a pro
Get it for the low
Get you some blow
Get it for the nose
Get it for the show
Get it for the hoes
Four wheeler cranked up
Gas tank on the ATV
Is full of that crank but
Billy got pills from A to Z
So whaddya think bud
Billy wont go below 50
22's are dangerous
Drink a finger with the nugget rings
POW, take one from the needle
How you feelin now?
Purple moons and lucky charms
Yeah that's the sound
But veins turnin brown
But his fame is so profound
His name is like a noun
They goin Billy now

Chorus:
Billys on the corner with the crystal meth
And he aint slowin down, slowin down
Billys on the corner with the crystal meth
Go Billy!
AY, OH, AY, OH, OH, AY, OH

Hello junkie
And hello momma too
Hello to my P.O.
Deuce up to the boys in blue
Billy got brass balls
20 pounds on the catwalk
LSD and adderal
And LCDs on the wall
He's watchin every move
High-tech redneck
Run up on him if ya want to
I bet, really, come on
It might be dark in the woods
But the lights are on
The moneys counted
And if the price is wrong
Well then Billy will get them gremlins like speilberg
He'll take your house down, off of them pillars
And take your mom to sizzler
And feed her chicken liver
That's cold blooded love
Billys a killer

Chorus

4:30 in the A.M.
Billy aint slept for days
Gotta keep up with the profit
Gotta keep up with the craze
It's a heavy shade
Gotta walk through the maze
Down where the sun don't shine
And the pine trees sway
And when the wind blew
And the cradle fell
Down come baby Billy
And up come an able male
Momma stayed at work
Daddy stayed in jail
Hey that's a full deck
But ya gotta play with what your dealt
So Billy dealt the joker
Put the sheriff in a choker
He drank himself sober
And pissed at a super soaker
And he wet em all up
And left his snow yellow
That's hard life
Boy for the ellow

Chorus

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo Lyrics

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Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo

You really in Beverly hills
and so Drama beats.

[Verse 1]
Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamorghini, woah
you must have white brea, lets make a sandwich
now, I aint 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]
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 aint 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 2]
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
aint 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 aint gon wreck it, I promise