Oh No Yelawolf
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[Intro]
Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on
[Verse 1]
Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lampshade
Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call
Heels on the damn toes for the long walks
Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick clone
And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone
Got the ball, I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwin' up the number three 'cause I earn heart
At the bar sideways tryna learn darts
Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep, boy, and they like
[Chorus]
Oh, no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh, no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody, boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on
[Verse 1]
Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lampshade
Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call
Heels on the damn toes for the long walks
Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick clone
And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone
Got the ball, I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwin' up the number three 'cause I earn heart
At the bar sideways tryna learn darts
Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep, boy, and they like
[Chorus]
Oh, no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh, no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
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