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yelawolf - f.a.s.t. ride lyrics

(intro)
(you know my uncle critter said,
“you look like you been shot at and missed
sh-t at and hit”

(hook)
on that -ss, b-tch
b-mpin’ this funky–ss sh-t to ride to
yeah, and i be b-mpin’ this funky–ss sh-t to ride to
yeah, on that -ss, b-tch
and i be b-mpin’ this funky–ss sh-t to ride to
trunk muzik, b-mpin’ this funky–ss sh-t to ride to

(verse 1)
mello yello can in my hand,
mullet hawk, what?
country folks don’t talk much
they just get to work: sawdust
chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
sleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, i’m on some sh-t
drum this out with two sticks
soup a high school coupe for new kicks
zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
knock twice if you feel it
born to rip, i should’ve been
perforated by the rings like a mead notebook
squares want an artery blocked when i’m around
circulated, nerds are in, urkel made it
i’ll slap urkel, take his lunch money
punks they run from me, drunk and upset
but i don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
a one, two, three: i’m at the chelsea hotel
like sid & nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
give me the dizzies, fee, fee, f-ck me
please oh please don’t leave
just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘cause i might double up and straight dry heave
but believe, oh believe i’m cold, i’mma freeze this beat
like freon, frickin’ neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm
look here, we in these streets like a pair of nikes
well, i might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause i’m…

(verse 2)
so what’s new?
been on that sh-t, where’s the atlas?
thumbtack it, south cackalack it, alabama has it, go

- yelawolf lyrics

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