- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
- 歌手の紹介
イェラウルフ( YelaWolf )
-
Hard White
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf] You ain't gotta lay down on your bed You know you already fucked up Letting me in the muthafuckin game is like Letting me drunk drive a truck When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup Then I took another hit and I run into a bitch That's looking lifeless and stuff Baby, what's wrong with you now? What, you ain't happy with red bottoms? You mad cause I'm in VIP with a fuckin Jack bottle? Tom, Dick and Harry I got up in this bitch with a tank top cause I spit so very, dom quick and scary But I can't talk cause that bitch is so very Thick and scary! That's why they're so quick to compare me Fuck my critics with a spiked dick When it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp Bizkit That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah! What the fuck does it matter to me? Cause after me they'll only be wannabes And mostly ain't never gonnabes Yeah in this forest I'm a lonely tree My limbs are covered in tattoos -and the roots they run deep
[Hook] I'm 2 bottle Charlie, 2 bitches waiting Two 10's: that's a 'win-win situation'.. Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand-new Drinks on me! For ME: not you
[Hook 2] 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
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf] Never know what I said in 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 on the field ? Broke me down so many times before, but with rapping I built it One brick, two brick, three brick, four Underneath the steps of my single white door Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them thangs look Thanks for the recipe: rest in peace, Wayne Bush I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you muthafuckas Out there waiting around for some rap savior (????) What it is that you facing now Jesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears Prada If God was one of us, he'd prolly drink vodka I still kick it at the party when I get rich Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope The critics ain't as real as this.. Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch You'll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
[Hook 1 & Hook 2]
-
|