Yelawolf- No hands
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Annotate [Hook] Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all Yela, how’s it going? Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussys, not at all [Verse 1] Ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like To put a cease and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch! I believe in my wits, Enough to believe on my kids Won’t be home till Christmas Chevy’s on the wish list, no Santa Claus, no ma’am, no problems I’m stuck in play like a fair ball Know you love to call it trails and hip hopin in the south But this country rap tunes Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah But sacrifice it all and lord knows it With my life on the bullseye Make a camera be jealous of my focus And that’s Shady if you ain’t notice The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis In a traffic jam, I got my lane open Play the game with the same token You did and crack the Bank open When they said the rap game was in the drought I was swimming in so much dope I had break my lifejacket out [Hook] [Verse 2] Get a work out bitch, run your lips I know you’d dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon Just to see me trip You window shopping and can’t see the gift When the shit is sitting in front of your face Like cement in between the bricks If the world had name for me, I’d be Slumerican This whole shit started out with, Bitch bet I can And I do it with Casio and a farmers tan and On the top of the hundred grand, uh, bet I stand And I made it through cause I had heart Waking up to roaches in my cereal box Buddy, that’s a bad start Food stamps in the Pathmark When some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard Don’t make one of these slums come intercept you Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet goons Im spring loaded with the salt of an old man drinkin a fifth And steering with my knee in an old van like hey [Hook] [Verse 3] A couple of loose screws ain’t stopping a train from moving A couple of bucks short of a bill and im still one hundred proofing Under the heat like I been metal roofing In a trench coat and a black hoody,head banging to heavy metal music I’m now on, thank God, Bamma its on Throwing rocks out the window on 20,that’s a milestone Hello tomorrow, Yesterday is now gone I dedicate this song to me, Fuck how wrong Shoe laced up, with the Mainstream face up With the same team that I came up with Mayne what! Changed the game up, like a change up With a pain that'll drain on to Bitch you better remain tough Mayne what! Used to help Weezy pack up 50 pounds Green bay packin a bowl up A broke soul packin a couch The landlord used to kick me out But I went from packing my house, to packing THE house Biiiitch Like [Hook] |
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