[Intro: Yelawolf]
Let the band play
Yeah, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I hardly expected to target you bitches
I guess it's time for me to whip it (Time for me to whip it)
Whip it out on you like I got Tourette's with a weapon
Now who's gonna fill it? (Fill it?)
I ain't no battle rapper, I'm a war veteran
Of course I gotta get him, the chord, the sentiment
With the floor, the residence gold, pure gold
What am I saying? That I am rich
That I got a lot of pretty shit
No, I'm not, but, yes, I do
'Cept I don't need no compliments
Just complimentary head from your lady when I'm in Paris, thanks
That's Oman and Paris colors on my drip, bitch, don't touch the wet paint, uh
Impala lookin' like a bowl of water that just spilled all over the pavement (Trill)
Cook-up in the mop top, motherfucker, that's rocks
Slumerican made men (Trill)
Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in
I'ma walk through the club in some alligator hide, you would think it was Cajun
If you still hating, your pussy's on display then
My bulls are on parade and my machine is always raging
Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page'n
You think you 'bout it 'bout it now
'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement
Let the band play
Yeah, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I hardly expected to target you bitches
I guess it's time for me to whip it (Time for me to whip it)
Whip it out on you like I got Tourette's with a weapon
Now who's gonna fill it? (Fill it?)
I ain't no battle rapper, I'm a war veteran
Of course I gotta get him, the chord, the sentiment
With the floor, the residence gold, pure gold
What am I saying? That I am rich
That I got a lot of pretty shit
No, I'm not, but, yes, I do
'Cept I don't need no compliments
Just complimentary head from your lady when I'm in Paris, thanks
That's Oman and Paris colors on my drip, bitch, don't touch the wet paint, uh
Impala lookin' like a bowl of water that just spilled all over the pavement (Trill)
Cook-up in the mop top, motherfucker, that's rocks
Slumerican made men (Trill)
Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in
I'ma walk through the club in some alligator hide, you would think it was Cajun
If you still hating, your pussy's on display then
My bulls are on parade and my machine is always raging
Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page'n
You think you 'bout it 'bout it now
'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement
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