Yelawolf - Let's Roll (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yelawolf - Let's Roll (en) Lyrics
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Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name
Let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot
but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game,
lets roll, lets roll
Yeah now let me welcome
you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on
the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised
808 drums quaking, they
shake that box, '88
And the dope boys hotter
than hells gate
But I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair, with a thirty
pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A, B-A-M-A
I’m off I might be in the lake
I might go to Talladega
and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah I’m bringing the case
I’m getting throwed off
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with
a mullet mohawk
Yeah with a bright orange hat and
a bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah buddy, might go off
Split you like a bowling ball
Spit chew in my overalls
Yeah home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that’d do
it to you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cup's gonna
fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo with not
understand that Bama slanguage
Like hollering ain't it
But I come to paint it, so
it won’t be throwed off
I’m just a Kid that Rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill
that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two and I keep
her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the
top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a
catalogue with more hits than
a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off
and I’m getting throwed off
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