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- Yelawolf Whiskey in a Bottle 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- Still on that ass like
Handcuffs up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla
You shouldve jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice baby
Not vanilla not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
F**k guppies
I see food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crab
And Ill break its shell
You seen that
Well f**k em if he dont take it well
So crack the top off that hot shaking ale
And say 'free Young Struggle'
Whos not making bail
He got popped by the feds
F**k the cops Take an L
F**k it take M-N-O-P learn how to spell
Ill pull up to the gate
And well skate on these country faggots
And until then f* *k em they can have it
Slumerican means
Slum American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams yeah
Put your hands to the sky
Im a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now
Yeah Im a landslide
Im a head case train wreck avalanche comin down
Put your hands to the sky
Im a ready made party
Im whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
Im whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe Bama red
Im on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg oh lord
Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Roll Fords
Nah roll tide and roll Chevys
My momma rolls joints
Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
Im rolling in shit with these pigs
In south side
Who you rolling with in the sticks
With hair weawes and air streams
Cigarette stained walls
F**k I can barely breathe
Spittin shotgun pellets
Out of my f**kin chili bowl
But am I a hill billy
No
I am the truth behind these f**kin illusionist
Yellin redneck
You about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck and I just tattoed it
Because of the abuse
And I use it as therapy in music
So
Put your hands to the sky
Im a bullet in the barrel
With a hairpin trigger now
Yeah Im a landslide
Im a head case train wreck avalanche comin down
Put your hands to the sky
Im a ready made party
Im whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
Im whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that grass like
John Deeres this yard is already cut
You cant get no work here uh
You fags thought it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no peers
Just years of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
Ill give you three darts
One my last album flopped
Two it wasnt my time
Three my f**kin mamas selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what
(Im whiskey in a bottle now)
F**kin right Im aged
Im Dirty Three
Im not a child who plays with rap to get a piece
Dont clap for no MC whos wack
Then get a free slap
F**k out my car and Im smashed in a Caprice
Im Jack sippin still
Whippin wood wheels
Truck on steriods
Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
Its party time
Put your hands to the sky
Im a bullet in the barrel
With a hairpin trigger now
Yeah Im a landslide
Im a head case train wreck avalanche comin down
Put your hands to the sky
Im a ready made party
Im whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
Im whiskey in a bottle now
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