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Yelawolf – Here I Am Lyrics

Salute the low lifes
You all up on me you gamblin’ that’s it no price
To be game, ’cause I got snake eyes on both dice
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I’m still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner
Swipe that black card over your shoulder, goddamn
These conservative fucking yuppies, man but here I am
[Chorus]
Here I am
Sittin’ here
In my chair
Mindin’ my own business, this ain’t even fair
What you said
I don’t care
I don’t want no problems
[Post-Chorus]
I’ma whoop whoop, I’ma whoop, I’ma whoop
This motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
[Outro]
Get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya
Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh
And I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do
Get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya
Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh Slumerican squad up, motherucker uh-oh! Play this song
[Intro]
I’m the dude
I’m the dude
[Verse 1]
Catfish Billy’s on, premium gas
I’m fuckin’ heavin’ with cash
I spray the ceiling with louie
Gave the ceiling a bath
Oh you catchin’ feelings homie, ease it on back
Catch smoke from a young gun
You gonna have to breathe in a mask
Trap boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin
‘Cause the way you lookin’ makes me helium laugh
Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash
Top of the morning to you
Oh I’m so different to you
Hopin’ you prayed this morning
That you said “Hallelujah”
Malcolm you in the middle your algorithm is screwed up
Yeah Mark Zuckerberg I’m tattooed up
Here I am
[Chorus]
Here I am
Sittin’ here
In my chair
Mindin’ my own business, this ain’t even fair
What you said
I don’t care
I don’t want no problems
[Post-Chorus]
I’ma whoop whoop, I’ma whoop, I’ma whoop
This motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
[Verse 2]
You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions
You done stuck your hand on a pot that’s still fryin’
I done been down this road so many times that I could drive it blindfolded
Drunk, drop keys and hill climbin’
Bitch when I yell out uh-oh!

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Yelawolf – Box Chevy 7 Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah
[Verse 1]
If I see two Maybachs, I’ma park it in the middle
Throw my keys at the butler and then get ’em
No ID, I’ma walk up through the middle
Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles
Money in my pocket but I don’t know how to act right
Glock in the glove box like a flashlight
Cub in the mop-top in the backlight
Zilla Gorilla he’s a killer, that’s night night
Legends in the fog
Got me a Chevy, baby, and I’ma let it crawl
Got me a pack ready, and I’ma make a call
Gettin’ your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y’all
Know we get down motherfuckers in niche, Nashville done got beat up, yeah
Talkin’ shit on the Woozy got crack
Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up
[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop
[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979
[Verse 2]
If I get drunk I’ma leave her, pick her up tomorrow
Don’t get behind the wheel if I’m pickin’ up a bottle
Never roll the dice but, yeah I hit the lotto
Swung to the dirt yeah livin’ by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin’ out the Yamaco
Rebel, I’m a rebel like David Allen Coe
Kickin’ in a red pan, cooking that dough
Brenda does your dog bite, no child no
Legends in the fog
Never go back to being broke not at all
Gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall
I had to go back to get it from my Papa, uh
Alabama, Georgia, Tenenssee
A recipe for disaster, put the beat up
Me and the Chevy’s like pastors to Jesus
A haystack, I’m that needle, we just
[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop
[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (Box!), 1979 (Box!)
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (From my, from my, from my)
[Outro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
1979
Oh, oh

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Yelawolf – You Should Have Known (Hotel EP) letras

[Verse 1]
Black Silverado, 45′ on my lap, I’ma loaded gun
I’m from Alabama, that’s just how I was raised
Tattoes, whiskey bottle, pocket full of money, I’m a lot of fun
Give you something to remember, then baby I’m on my way
Fast women, fast cars
Your life, rockstars

[Bridge]
Riding in the Chevy with the men like me
We’ll leave you with a broken heart
I’m a ramblin’ man, I’m a son of a bitch from the start

[Hook]
Baby you should have known
You should have known
Baby you should have known
You should have known
Baby you should have known
You should have known
Baby you should have known
Bitch, you should have known

[Verse 2]
I’m a mistfit darling, let’s be real
I don’t mean to gas you up
That cheap perfume is kinda like a ‘shroom
Wanna take a trip in the passenger?
Smoke that, what’d you got? half a blunt
High yourself, laugh it up
Drink a little bit of that Jack in the cup
Then we jump in the back and fuck
Wanna grab a hold of my leather jacket?
Take another photo with me and tag it?
Ohh you all about Instagram; instant fame and sex is passion
Me too, let me take my shades off, get a peak at you
What’s your name? I forgot
Nevermind I don’t really need not to
No, better off really ‘cause I just seen you wack a show (Slum bunny)
Little bit of fenus for that penis in the dough, huh
Big ol’ truck, black on black, think you wanna go pack a backpack
Think you wanna turn around with that fat ass
Catfish Billy you’re looking back at (bump it)
808 underneath that seat, get that pussy humming
Now you’re drunk, stoned and fuck
Who could smile like a [nice simple?] women, well
It’s about time I go, don’t wanna be hate, but meaning cold
But I got a 6 am flight, baby bye bye, I got to hit the road
I’m..

[Bridge]
Riding in the Chevy with the men like me
We’ll leave you with a broken heart
I’m a ramblin’ man, I’m a son of a bitch from the start

[Hook]
Baby you should have known
You should have known
Baby you should have known
Bitch, you should have known
Baby you should have known
You should have known
Baby you should have known
Bitch, you should have known