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yelawolf - jesco white (freestyle) lyrics

[into]
catfish billy!
mwa b-tch!
low-fashion slum
mr. don corleone!

[verse]
one drop or a knot from this boss
you might get rocked with the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross
hairs of a semi-au-to through your nach-o
see i gave a f-ck once, now i do not though
h-llo, h-llo, i, lit up like a yellow light
like a young jesco white, on a mellow-yellow high
chip a tooth when that pebble flies, back at that chevy wheel
seen the world through the devil’s eyes, he dared me to make a deal
i decline, king of mine, that’s a waste of time
give me a break, spit on the snake, let ’em taste the lines
cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes
black suede pressed dress to create a grime
you let your fangs hang, haters can’t do a dang thang
but complain, comment and shame, claiming to gang-bang
that same b-tch that you double-tapping to bang came
to my show like su-sussudio and show me brain games
see visionaries ain’t got no problem with execution
i just wake up like a prophet and hop up and f-cking do it
no logical explanation on how i drop my music
i just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock into it
oh, what a wonderful feeling
gotta take a minute and do some breathing
ain’t take a day off work since i went and took cleveland, looking for a reason
looking for a tie, looking for a suit
that rock and roll hall-of-fame is due
overdue, but the road is loosie
when you invade it’s no-one’s clue
no one knows, where it goes
where you’ve been or what to do
but that’s me in a nutsh-ll bro
going nuts, deja-vu
oh what a dream, row your boats
sow your oats, all with the beans
ain’t no gas, kid lets rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean
in my coat when i f-cking pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam
after a rain, in the spring, michael wayne, yeah-that’s me
got it locked, that is key
got it hot in the c-
o-u-n-t-r-y, catfish in your sore eyes
if you want that four-five, come on in the doors-wide
so deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north side
look up in the back, that heisenberg hat, pork pie
stick you to that get buck, three-6 is our war cry
kids are playing fortnite, i was playing short-sight
didn’t see tomorrow, i just wanted one more bite
so i started stealing, chopping parts under the porch light
i just wanted better than what mamma could afford, why?
cause i am a son of a b-tch! hard as you ever saw
shut up and duck or get hit, with this here pepper y’all
huddle-up with your f-cked clique, and hit some methanol
suck a d-ck, sucka suck sh-t, all through an effin’ straw
naw he didn’t-oh, yes the f-ck i did!
now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids
y’all b-tches sleeping on me? i need my own hilton
i come with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den
while i master a plan with the mastering mathers again
slum-shady, i’m plumb-crazy and laughing again
but when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind
when i p-ss in that black cadillac, with travis and em’
yeah, and its so much fun going at it again
i just might need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then
so let me clear my throat, let me see if i hear the notes
i hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a pose

[outro]
ain’t it good to be famous?
everybody knows your name
but you can’t walk around here shameless
90% of y’all so lame

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