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- Yelawolf I Wish 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- Chill chill chill let them rhyme man
You know what it do man
Just sit back relax
Yelawolf what up
Raekwon in the building
Im Alabamas own buddy
Flinstone Caprice 1987 cuddi
Backyard moonshine steel
Methadone laboratory real
Can I keep it crystal clear
Chipped tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs
Who wanna see you killed type of evil
Confederate flags I see them
In a truck with the windows down
Why is he playing Beanie Siegel
Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didnt talk about
Moving keys of coke man
Aingt no such thing as a free bird
Billys got that street work
And hes packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap spot
Chevys on the center blocks
Still doing donuts
In the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes cousins in a group home
And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song bitch
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
B**ch you aingt hip hop
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
B**ch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherFicker would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
B**ch you aingt hip hop
I wish a motherFicker would
Hell naw
I wish a motherFicker would
Now let me tell you something youngsters
Im never gunna sell you something
Unless its that snow white
We might mail you something
Me Im straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick
Four on your jaw
I got a new lick
My click a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You Fick with Yelawolf and them niggas
Your head going pop
Im just sincere fresh cut
All up in the leer listen
Yo leave them alone
He brought me along
Rap he got it
Im the crew pilot
Flying trains planes automobiles
We bout it bout it
Yo Wolf I think they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face
Im bout to piss on homie
You could call us Shaolin
Where niggas get drunk
And hold me down my nigga
Yelawolf Alabamas vandal
Scramble this is the true ramble
Aye yo give them yo handle though
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
Bitch you aingt hip hop
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
Bitch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherFicker would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
Bitch you aingt hip hop
I wish a motherFicker would
Hell naw
I wish a motherFicker would
Preshate it Rea
Sling shot me in quick
Like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King shit blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back
Get busy crack
Ill be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back
And you dont gotta call my black
I got direction
Im a road map Im an almanac
Im in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
Fick all of that
WUTANGSs in Bama bitchGet a grip handle it
Yelas in the revival tent
Vandalist evangelist daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the candles lit
White boys follow this
Mamas thirtyeightsix
Longrange hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
B**ch you aingt hip hop
I wish a mother Ficka would
Tell me that my shit gonna flop
B**ch your shit gonna flop
I wish a motherFicker would
Tell me that I aingt hip hop
B**ch you aingt hip hop
I wish a motherFicker would
Hell naw
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
I wish a motherFicker would
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