Yelawolf - Bad News (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yelawolf - Bad News (en) Lyrics
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Yo, I am so high right
now (Colt 45 and)
Seriously (Ah, Percocets)
Yo (Gettin' it)
Yo
I gave 'em a catalog as thick as
a fuckin' phone book and they still
don't know what to call me
So I climbed to the top of a tall tree,
threw a bowling ball in the lake, and
I told 'em, "Just call me Boss D"
Yeah, that's a rappin'
motherfucker, huh?
Yeah, I could wrap a whole
fuckin' package up
Yeah, you a savage, but it don't matter,
I graduated from savage to
psychopath with a platinum cup
Platinum plaques for my managers
Bag of crack for my uncle, two-pack
of glass with the Brillo pad, mad
'cause they can't handle us
We keep it too real, what is that?
I don't speak bootleg thoughts, but
I might bootleg a thirty-pack
Still bendin' them corners,
not the same whip
Still in that Chevy, but that bitch
ain't got the same hips
Hey, by the time I hit fifty-five
I'ma have a tattoo body suit, whippin'
my dick out on a yacht
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, rollin' through the
city with some bad dudes
You can tell it by the tattoos
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south
like it's Baton Rouge
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Man, what the fuck? I got this '79
box body jumpin' out the water
Nah, fuck that, let's go
Still got bounce like a dryer sheet,
but I don't know where to jump
Still got dirt up under my cleats
from runnin' around these chumps
Better get fish up on that boat,
you runnin' up all this hump
Kickin' that shit like I walked
a dog with a stomach problem
Yeah, takin' my time, me doin' the
best, that's whiskey in the jug
Takin' my time, but I won't take time
to get a bitch all fucked up
Have you throwin' up in the
sink, I'm makin' 'em sick,
they pullin' the plug
Ain't gotta pop none of these balloons,
I keep that helium in my cup
'Cause I float around this
bitch, can't hold me down
Gave a loan to these rappers
and they owe me now
Red neck too heavy, they
can't hold the crown
Saw you once at the fuckin'
bar and you know me now?
There will never be another me
And there will never be another
Alabamian up in the alleyway
That had a way with other people being
from or feeling out of place
Took it that a way, that
a boy, I'm a database
From another place and the
place, yeah, outer space
I'm a jet boat and a pool
float 'bout to race
Nowadays, I can run a powerline
like a powerline radio waves
I don't need no stage
We had to
(Get some)
Yelawolf
Bad news, yeah
And Black Sheep
Bad news
And Bl
Bad news, yeah (Yeah)
Comin' out the dirty south
like it's Baton Rouge
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