Yelawolf - Rowdy (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Yelawolf - Rowdy (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say
you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
Catfish Billy
Comin' straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that 's outta town with a
bootleggin' to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job
like your mama's sandals
Be parked on my clique, homie,
I'm cockin' hammers
You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive
a van and slam into your Phantom
Take a can of paint and
vandalize your camper
L-A-M to the E, fuck the police
Bangin' inside the Chevy Caprice
N.W.A, I'm from the trap
Not from a little house
on the prairie, yeah
Mama used to whoop that backside,
I took that Bible belt
Ever since then, it's been, "Yes, ma'am,
" and, "Mama, how can I help?"
Take a bucket to the well
Bringin' water to the house
Get your ass off of the couch
Bitch, I grew up in the South
Dippin' J in paper towels
Mama never did get child support for
the boy, but I was never let down
She was choppin' up the pounds,
so I learned how to
double up on an ounce
Fuckin' kids these days (Days)
Y'all got some lip these days (Days)
Poppin' Xannies and rappin', go
to your crib and play (Play)
Put that back in your fanny pack,
we don't pistol wave (Wave)
So don't get mad if you get hit
when that shit ricochets
No need to be macho (Yeah), I
put on a rock show (Yeah)
You may see see some albino gorillas
from the Congo (Yeah)
You may see some black folks from the
projects flexin' all gold (Yeah)
Disrespect the culture, motherfucker,
then we all go
Jump in that Slumerican moshpit
and bury that nonsense
Take a shot of Creek Water and get with
the chaotic order of my clique
Whether I'm droppin' a pop hit
or mobbin' with Three Six
I got my city on my back,
a crown for a head
I'm a king where I sit, I'm 'bout it
If you rowdy (I'm 'bout it), say
you rowdy (I'm 'bout it)
I'm bought a '53 Pontiac and then
I got a guitar to match it
Everythin' manual except for
the semi-automatic, hah
Pull up in traffic, my passengers
look like a beauty pageant
Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets
Went from Oodles of Noodles
to Cobb salads
Now I'm mob status, uh
Fuck fame, what you sayin'?
These ain't games
Don't be playin' with my
motherfuckin' name, ho
(Ho, you know they call me)
Top Gun, never run
Bitch, I'm maverick on the
bike, magic with the pipe
Fuck her, make her cum (Uh)
She want a star (Uh)
I'm a rock and roller but my jewelry
alone is a supernova
Got these glasses on me
like I'm in the solar
Ain't nobody colder, call that bipolar
Tell them, "Bye, bitches.
" I ain't Casanova
I'm a rollin' stone,
gotta meet a quota
Drank the bar until all
that they had was soda
'Bout it, 'bout it like
I'm from the Nolia
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier (Ayy)
Always rollin' up the doja (Ayy)
Maintain composure (Ayy)
Nickname King Cobra (Ayy)
Came from workin' at
the store but (Ayy)
These brown bags not Krogers (No)
The green leaves not clovers (No)
Lucky Charms with the Folgers (Blaow)
Hold up, wake, bake, get
my life straight
Ridin' by the lake, double
Xs on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass,
so they know I'm in the place
So if they wanna hate, say
it to my face then
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