- Yelawolf Throw It Up 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- [Yelawolf]
Aye Boo get these motherfuckers and pass that Jack
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it, bitch
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
Throw it up, yeah ho, you aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I already got, two cars in the yard that dont run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker dick
To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch
If Im not hardly the one
You must be barely the one billionth
Really you kidding, bitch Im the prodigal son
And Im stunting like my Daddy
D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama
C-c-country like my uncles
Stuttering like a CD in a donk
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
And Im in a blue Chevy
Running over motherfuckers in first
I aint even shift gears yet
I aint even here yet, Im outta this Earth
Right, yeah ho
But I just hit the surface
And Im bout to walk into a bank
With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk
Where the keys
Bitch you better check your purse
I gotta brick of herb
And I hit the syrup
And Im feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You dont wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
Sufferin succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch
[Hook]
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama , you aint ready for it, bitch
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
Throw it up, yeah ho, you aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Bitch please you dont wanna step up to this Misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees when
Im up in the building, preachin to my children
I dont be taking no shit from you haters
Youll make me hurt one of your feelings
Ha ha ha ha
Nah nah ni nah nah
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad now
You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit
Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit bitch
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy gotta fucked up temper
Bi-pola, not Nicki Im worser, Ill hurt ya
I got a crazy-ass mind game
Ma nigga, Im a lion, untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this
I tell them hoes, you aint ready for it bitch
[Hook]
I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit
Get the fuckfrom round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it, bitch
Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up
Throw it up, yeah ho, you aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up
You aint ready for it bitch
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
You aint got the umph
Youre a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots, you look so eloquent
Thats what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause youre kicking my seat
And Im trying to tell the cashier what I want
They say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation
Throw it back in her face and
Tell the bitch Im a rapper, then I wack her
In the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut, ho
Skidda dee da da
Prada, not a chance
I was thinking about buying you some clothes
But Targets closed
So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose
So I go to Payless but whatdya know
They didnt carry a size eight in hoes
Oh, this is ugly boy swag
Putting toe tags on you motherfucking ho bags
What a Trailer Trash pioneer
I am yeah, thats why Im here
I dont got a rhyme book its more like a motherfuckindiary of diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we dont gotta scream at you
Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell em all to go get fucked
But Im never gonna bite my tongue
Little bitch, throw it up
[Outro]
{Eminem} What the fuck is this, White dog
{Yelawolf} Yo, what up
{Eminem} What up
{Yelawolf} Uh, you do that verse
{Eminem} Yeah, I just killed that shit
{Yelawolf} What
{Eminem} Nah, nuthin. Um yo, you know what I was thinking man
I think the one thing that uh.. that the album dont have
That might be missing
Is like uh.. a song for like, for girls
{Yelawolf} Uh, what do you mean? For like bitches?
{Eminem} Nah, girls. Like a lovesong
{Yelawolf} No?!
{Eminem} We need one!
{Yelawolf} Like.. lovesong-lovesong?
{Eminem} Yeah man, bitches like love songs!
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