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yelawolf - over here lyrics

[intro]
alright, let’s get it

[verse 1]
silverado, black package
dealership didn’t have time to tag it
i whipped that b-tch out the parking lot
like i was dead broke and i couldn’t have it
uh, swipe that piece of plastic
rode around nashville for three hours
listenin’ to beats, waitin’ for the magic
swung by the crib, grabbed wlpwr
hit the bar, of course the bar
valet park my brand new car
threw the keys and when you move it, please
be careful and don’t go too far
took a second and soaked it in
couldn’t wipe off my big–ss grin
look at will, “can you believe it, man?
just wait ’til i get them twinny-twin-twins”
that’s hard work (uh)
i had to do a lot of yard work (uh)
i had to pick up that white trash (uh)
so i could bet on my artwork (uh)
i had to cut my own path (uh)
and do something that had never been done
alabama ain’t no cakewalk (uh)
i showed the world how we popped that trunk
and it’s one shot down, two shot down, three
and this old f-ckboy keeps looking at me
he walks up to us then offers me a drink
i know that he wants to hang, he must think that i’m a tree
wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin’ about who he knows
and where he’s been and how many records he’s sold
with who and how and this and that
and i can’t pretend to like this douchebag
even though he’s got the boots, the hats, the leather, and the durag
the sh-t he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack

[pre-chorus]
don’t wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear
don’t pull a seat up ’cause you see me in my folding chair
congratulations, hope your mama’s proud of what you’ve done
but she may be the only one ’cause

[chorus]
from over here, you just a b-tch
from over here, a liar and thief, man
from over here, you make us sick
from over here, you fakin’ to get rich
don’t come over here

[verse 2]
uh, black schott jacket, black harley, lucchese
38 og, creatively a new worn baby
from the g to the a dot d
went from the creek to a love story
went from a single wide trailer to the boots alligator
and a highrise over the streets
ran through the dirty south in cleats
never lost touch, never got beat
lot of rappers talk about who’s doing what
not a single one said sh-t about me, now that’s respect
can’t buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat
i mob with kings
crown my head with a tattoo, slum, make sure it reads
no more at sea
f-ck a message in a bottle, deliver my words like desperado
misfits under my umbrella
i hope these songs fulfill the sorrow
take the bricks so you can build tomorrow
like a freemason, claw and arrow
free bird, a prophet’s sparrow
flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal
and while that clock is ticking
i won’t let a soul living stop my vision
give me that bucket and a mop to dip in
i’ll shine that floor until it’s popping prisms
’til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my box chevy
don’t try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes, homie, you ain’t ready
and if imitation is flattery, uh, i don’t lack on the flattery
i just led gatherings up in my room with the magic
go back to my cabin and charge up my battery

[chorus]
from over here, you just a b-tch
from over here, a liar and thief, man
from over here, you make us sick
from over here, you fakin’ to get rich
don’t come over here

[outro]
fake f-cking rockstars, don’t come over here
politicians, cop cars, don’t come over here
pill poppin’ sloppy rappers, don’t come over here
all you motherf-cking biters, don’t come over here

- yelawolf lyrics

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