Yelawolf - Hard White Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf] You ain't gotta lay down on your bed You know you already *****ed upLetting me in the mutha*****in game is like Letting me drunk drive a truckWhen Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cupThen I took another hit and I run into a *****That's looking lifeless and stuffBaby, what's wrong with you now?What, you ain't happy with red bottoms?You mad cause I'm in VIP with a *****in Jack bottle?Tom, Dick and Harry I got up in this ***** with a tank top cause I spit so very, dom quick and scary But I can't talk cause that ***** is so very Thick and scary! That's why they're so quick to compare me***** my critics with a spiked dickWhen it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp BizkitThat spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah!What the ***** does it matter to me? Cause after me they'll only be wannabes And mostly ain't never gonnabesYeah in this forest I'm a lonely treeMy limbs are covered in tattoos -and the roots they run deep [Hook] I'm 2 bottle Charlie, 2 *****es waitingTwo 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 ***** Up in the club, don't give a ***** Up in the club, don't give a ***** Up in the club, still don't give a ***** [Verse 2 - Yelawolf]Never know what I said in that first verse I mean like damn, I just killed itWhat the ***** 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 mutha*****asOut there waiting around for some rap savior(????) What it is that you facing nowJesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears PradaIf God was one of us, he'd prolly drink vodkaI 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 ***** You'll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did [Hook 1 & Hook 2]
