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yelawolf – g.a.d. lyrics

[verse 1: big henry]
i’m from the g-dot-a-dot-d
pocket full of money, getting live in the streets
with a bottle of that henny v.s.o.p
country mahf-cka, mouth full of gold t–th
so bust down the blunt, wrap the thc
that’s 24 chrome on that cl-ssic caprice
what you know about me? not a godd-mn thang
fatboy mac, i let my nuts hang
i do it how i do ’cause it’s just my thang
you can hate if you want but i ain’t gon’ change
how you gon’ explain when i leave pop your brains
leave it on a curb till their washed off by rain
when i’m in a booth man i’m high octane
so tell dr. dre did it ain’t no game
’cause this doc-mentary
y’all gon remember me
hail to my enemies and f-ck what they tellin’ me
till god take my energy
it’s always henry

[yelawolf]
getting into some sh-t
[?] the clique i have to deal with
but when you all in your friend will come ‘gain
next thing you know you got gold in your grill

[bridge: yelawolf]
shawty fatt! could you bring the hook to the line?
put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind
bake for the state al to divine, specifically don’t say it, abbreviate

[hook: shawty fatt]
i’m from the g-dot-a-dot-d
pocket full of money, mouth full of gold t–th
24 inches on that cl-ssic caprice
sea seat low, what you know about me?
i’m from the g-dot-a-dot-d
pocket full of money, mouth full of gold t–th
24 inches on that cl-ssic caprice
sea seat low, what you know about me?

[verse 2: yelawolf]
nada
non other than a brainiac on a track
perspirating thugs, stained hat
a new era of painted ‘lacs
rolling through the sentiment attrac-
tion, a ton of some of the biggest gunners will aim and snap
my trained head
too many caboose riders, man
and i want my pennies back
my dollars and my f-nny sack
you holla for real and complain ’cause you got it
you want your pennies back?
there is no b-tch in me
unless ya mean south america on the coast nude
with a sandy crack
how could ever there be a dude with a handy pack
that swings the pinpoint shot when i’m in attack
easy if you had practice how to lame an -ss-hole
’cause all my life i would [?] back
train ’em how to act
their trainers on the track (choo-choo)
but what is too true, ain’t it bad?
annie amy’s brother and the son of a tainted dad
with his pants hanging low
well, can he sack?
in america as an old chief, -ss take rooted
4000 years ago, chief
wayne, it’s sad how you dissed me
you owe me! respect me! i’m godly!
like a black burden with a tombstone
you will get faded
and i ain’t talking ’bout a [?]

[verse 3: shawty fatt]
say momma: “there goes that man
sitting in a caprice on twenty douce fans”
gun in my hand looking like a hundred grand
a hundred and one fans on a band wa-gon
i k!ll it like i started
them first bars were r-t-rded
don’t get me started
hardest, stay in a booth
when i speak be the truth
alabama coming through
yelawolf, let me loose
so i can tell it like the t.i
ills ’cause he got sk!lls
pushing up on a mill
mouth like “ill”
south like trill
one more time what it is?

[bridge: yelawolf]
shawty fatt! could you bring the hook to the line?
put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind
bake for the state al to divine, specifically don’t say it, abbreviate

- yelawolf lyrics

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