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Yeah (burr)
Go white girl, its ya birthday [x2] Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go white girl, its ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Holleratche mane So I got this twelve pack (burr) We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin, I just wanna party [Verse 1 - Yelawolf] Trunk music got these poppers poppin on the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin quarters like a wishin well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of zinfandale Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she wont kiss and tell [inaudible], pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin drunk, I'm drunk as hell Dont think I can lean my chair Got a tooth brush for the dirty mouth mutha fuckin rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside em, blindside em, bitch I'll leave you readin brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you aint gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups I could pull the mutha fuckin train Reachin for the bottles baby, tell me what you want again [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Get wasted, too wasted, so wasted its scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Lets party like its 1960, I'm the E A Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip imma hippopotamus, I'm roarin up that rinoshorus Shes jockin and its obvious, I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby's father is, but I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney I'm 80 bottles shawty I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us, Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of em, i leave out with 9 of em Thats 14,Im keeping em around all morning till i get tired of em [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party [Verse 3 - Yelawolf] Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put em in the mood, to put em in the car Take em to the house and (what) Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth How we do it down south and (what) I'm always going going, Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing Crop dusting on the Boeing Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey) Cook it up, make a meal(ey) Gettin stupid, gettin silly Drinkin beer(ey), also chile Fucked up but I'll tell you that I cant complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained [Chorus] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Wit ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party (Gucci Mane) (Outro) Bama! We just wanna party (Hah Hah Hah) Yellow, Gucci (BURR) That's hard |
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| 4:22 |
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I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves Cover the Mossy Oak sleeves I got it, believe it momma Corny motherfuckers we shuck em And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop Bitch your shit shit gonna flop I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop Bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 2] Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf I got more numbers than a yellow book And I took more shots than Carmello took So I'm used to being an underdog Send my goons to come assault every last one of y'all No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off Look up ? whenever I want to call I'm a convict but I don't wear orange I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane Nigga so I guess you could say I'm airborne I'm running my city getting my mayor on Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain't kush that's in my zip look I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain't hip hop, bitch my shit hot I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 3] Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers And that's real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened This is chemistry ? Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets And I doubt if you know what it really means Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this Born into poverty, hard torn obviously That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat Older brother hustling, momma working overtime Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a trout spot serving it to a block I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucker would Lyrics Added By Paul Rotella |
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