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[feat. Cyhi Da Prynce] [Verse 1: Yealwolf] Would the real slim shady please stand up And tell these ma'fuckers why I got signed Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys Out here tryna imitate my grind And if you finna feel it when I say that Fuck you, say something back What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap Fuck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's fuck toy And she's still bitching I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs Yeah here the Shady clique come They say I'm a dick head Well it fits why Cause ma'fuckers pussy ass came up til she gets numb Any of many styles that I pick from Fuck it just give me kick drums Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum Ex-con So put ya money on a 'Bama boy Songtexte20 West of Atlanta boy You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler Winds? [Chorus:] All the girls I meet Are falling down them stairs Said gettin themselves together They gettin themselves together (That's why they call me) Gangsta of Love Yelawolf and I On top don't wonder why Cause I rock and roll Stop drop and roll That's why they call me (Gangsta of love) Feet on the ground Head in the sky Cause I rock and roll Stop drop and roll That's why they call me [Verse 2: Yealwolf] Hold up, my God Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage I killin on hennessy lately, KP You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj Fuck em all with a sandpaper dick I dare anybody to come match to this You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick? I'm treating rappers like loose change The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch Like I didn't even know I had that until? Oh you want some of the south shit? Well let me show you what the south is You into sucking dick Well I'm into getting rich We could make a good team Put your money where your mouth is [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yealwolf] I roll out in a t-top two seater Looking like an american missle seeker Got back pack packs in my dungerees Yeah I'm a light a fuse under the disbeliever Say you don't give a shit good Cause I don't give two shits neither You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa Yessir, I'm bonafied I'm a go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip Baby I don't know what I'm a give but I know I'm gonna try Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe But you know that's a fib yeah, you know that's a lie What if I buy you drive through popeyes? Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried? I'm doing this like I knew I would And you did too, so you knew you did If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat And it don't matter who I'm with Reppin' that area code 256 White trash girls wink with blue eyelids Because they know Yelawolf can't be fucked with But it don't take an asshole to see that shit [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania