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yelawolf – hard white (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: t.i.]
guess, who’s, back, home!
g sh-t, certified, n-gga can’t touch him
bosses all love him, haters, well f-ck them
bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
“lun-bun-ton”, bougie b-tches like “what’s them?”
solitaire clear stones, maybach: clear dome
blowin’ on that loud pack, bankroll’s full-grown
well-known convict: go on with the dumb sh-t
thug life wit’ it, like it tatted on my stomach
n-gga better pick another number because i am not the one
the bigger picture’s what’s important before all is said and done
i bet i get this sh-t back up under my feet
bullsh-t aside, what i want, i keep
i’m the big bad wolf, and i want my sheep
your birthday cake, i want my piece
i’m beefing with mc’s at the meet
it seems they’re less than decent
i’m a beast, then you’re my feast
apologies, you just can’t keep it
say you’re winning?
guess you’re being condescending and facetious
g’s from sea to shining sea
you may bump this in your caprices! bow!

[verse 2: yelawolf]
i once had a friend named charlie
and charlie was always late to school
he had a black eye one day
but he wouldn’t say just what happened to him
charlie got mad in cl-ss one day
and stood up with a .22 pistol
told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore
he was over being the victim
see, one bullet through the wall
and the history cl-ss was interrupted
charlie fell down in a pool of blood in the cl-ss
that made it public
he said that the bullies in school
they drove him to be a suicidal
cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria
of an american idol
well, sometimes i feel like i could run
through the hallways with an ak, too
not sayin’ that i would
but it might feel good to off me a rapper or two
so, i loaded this pen with a hollow tip
and i followed tip
to the hollow pits of my heart for sh-t
for you to role model with
take a fifth of jack and swallow it
take a point sh-ll and hollow it
don’t be the one with the gun
be the one with the rum, plus two models with
all the kids, listen up
yelawolf don’t give a f-ck about a club
i don’t wanna see you in school, tryna’ do what i do
telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk
make something of something
or something from nothing, baby wake up
play radioactive, let me see the reaction
see if i really give a f-ck; shady

[hook: lil jon, (yelawolf)]
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, (still don’t give a f-ck!)

[verse 3: crooked i]
9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
i’m finna need a mic and a speaker
i’m finna be the prominent leader, confidence-eater
tell compet-tion “hasta la vista”
dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker sh-t
is something like you gettin’ raped by a stranger
cause you do not know who you’re f-ckin’ with
crooked is a product of the s-l-a-u-g-h-t-e-r
you, “haha” funny, i had money when the dvd was a vcr
n-ggas about to need cpr when they see the car, k!ll ’em, dead
might pull over, f-ck my chauffeur
cause i screw drivers: phillips head
them i’mma tell her to take me to yela
getting f-cked up, i ain’t feelin’ embarr-ssed
the feelin’ in the air is the 2.0’s party
like n-ggas and wiggas in paris

[verse 4: royce da 5’9″]
nickle 9 a rider, arriving at the drama
the driver firing the llama
got a bunch of fly b-tches saying “hi” to me now
cause a n-gga said “hi” to rihanna
cause i look good, and i smell good
(it’s a man’s world!)
that’s right, i’m the new james brown
drunk in an interview, f-ck you finna do?
what i’m finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks
i’m on my t.i.p. in a-t-l
lookin for a lil pretty young thing i can skate with
(where we goin baby?)
radioactive, shady gon’ make it go platinum, i couldn’t resist
to jump on that slaughterhouse, yelawolf
lil jon, hard white remix!

[hook: lil jon, (yelawolf)]
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, (still don’t give a f-ck!)

[verse 5: joell ortiz]
lil jon, let me get a lil’ bit
i mean a minute, nothin’ crazy, it’s just that i’ma lyricist
and i’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite
and i’m so ready to strike, a swing and a miss!
my d-ck swing in your miss
i got a missile, can’t call it, i might misdial
i’m in orbit listening to em’s last album
guzzling gin: recovering alcoholic
everything looking all right
welcome to the lyricist’s pub, who wanna bar fight?
in a bar so high cause you’re dealing
with 4 dope muhf-ckers and 2 hard whites
deuces, period, crop circle
that’s the family that matters, i’m not urkel
but i’m smooth as stefan when i move to snap on
your eyeball, your sh-t’ll look purple
i’m a product of the pj’s
still walk through that motherf-cker in my pj’s
yeah i’m in j.p. morgan often but
don’t think i could get chased out the pj’s
so try me punk, bet your body jump
when this shotty pumps, have your body slumped
yelawolf let me rip this hard white but
please don’t make me pop the trunk

[verse 6: joe budden]
roll that window down and start dumping!
pull up on whatever block that y’all on
pills got a n-gga walking round doing stupid sh-t
my definition of an oxymoron
that ain’t never stop me from gettin’ a bad one
i would tell n-ggas again but they heard the story
furthermore, he got a couple i ain’t bust
but there’s no need to rush, they reserved it for me
see i’m all about fam’, i don’t f-ck with the rest
goon’s that’ll squeeze ’til a couple is left
the squad, the facade, the sm-smoke and mirrors
yellin’ “payback!”, too broke to cover the debt
but i’m grown, adults, and whether that sh-t you say
you don’t reciprocate love or respect
you get plugged, and you’re gon’ need doctors
to cover your holes as if they never loaded c-ssettes
you probably didn’t hear me, standing on the couch
get froggy, i’m breaking any bottle that’s near me
so real i don’t need a hollow to prepare me
i’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using siri
cause they be thinking that i seem crazy
money-motivated, cream make me
way out your league, go and dream maybe
t.i., team shady

[hook: lil jon, (yelawolf)]
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, don’t give a f-ck
up in the club, (still don’t give a f-ck!)

- yelawolf lyrics

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