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yelawolf - throw it up lyrics

“throw it up”
(feat. eminem & gangsta boo)

[intro: yelawolf]
aye boo, get these motherf-ckers
and p-ss that jack

[hook: gangsta boo]
i see you b-tches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ sh-t
get the f-ck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my sh-t
you ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
you don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it b-tch!

now throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up!
throw it up! (yeah ho) you ain’t ready for it b-tch
throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up! throw it up!
you ain’t ready for it b-tch

[verse 1: yelawolf]
i already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
so why would i wanna break sh-t down for you
better be confused with the punch lines and bars that i lunch
here the king if archery come
wit’ a cracker d-ck to f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
if i’m not hardly the one
you must be barely the one
billy if really you’re kiddin’
b-tch i’m the prodigal son
and i’m stuntin’ like my daddy
dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
co-co-country like my uncle
stuttering like a cd in a dunk
p-p-p-punk
and i’m in a blue chevy runnin’ over motherf-ckers in first
i ain’t even shift gears yet,
i ain’t even here yet i’m outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
but i just hit the surface and i’m bout to walk into a bank,
wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
b-tch you better check your purse, i got a brick of herb,
and i hit the syrup and i’m feeling like i might just hit the curb
so get the f-ck outta my way buddy
you don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
yelawolf and eminem sh-t
sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a d-ck b-tch

[hook: gangsta boo]
i see you b-tches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ sh-t
get the f-ck from round’ here, you don’t rep my sh-t
you ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
you don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it b-tch!

now throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up!
throw it up! (yeah ho) you ain’t ready for it b-tch
throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up! throw it up!
you ain’t ready for it b-tch

[verse 2: gangsta boo]
b-tch please, you don’t want to step up to this mrs.
g-a-n-g-s-t-a boo make a n-gg- hit his knees
when i’m up in the building
preaching to my children
i don’t be taking no sh-t from you haters
you’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
pick yo face up off the flo’
i got you feeling sad naa
you be on that hokeewag
hokeewag is bullsh-t
run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, b-tch!
i was born on the mississippi river
take no sh-t from a b-tch or a n-gg-
so, so crazy got a f-cked up temper
bipolar, not nikki, i’m worsa, i’ll hurt cha
i gotta crazy -ss mind game
my n-gg-, i’m a lion untamed
hunt your -ss down in my jungle
i do this, i tell them hoes…
you ain’t ready for it b-tch!

now throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up!
throw it up! (yeah ho) you ain’t ready for it b-tch
throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up! throw it up!
you ain’t ready for it b-tch

[verse 3: eminem]
me and yelawolf tear the roof of this motherf-cker
you ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
h-llo toots you look so eloquent that’s what i tell a c-nt
come sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seat
and i’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what i want!
they say i act like an -sshole, when i pull up at the white castle
and i ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
tell the b-tch i’m a rapper, then i wrap her
in the head with a whopper that i bought from bk
you expect me to be proper?
b-tch you better pop in a cd of me immediately, sl-t hoe skeedideedada
prada? not a chance, i was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothes
but target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart, but the doors
was locked, what about some shoes i thought, great i suppose
so i go to payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
oh! this is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherf-ckin’ ho bags
what a trailer trash pioneer, i am yeah, that’s why i’m here
i don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherf-ckin’ diary that diarrhea
me, yelawolf and gangsta boo came here to show you a thing or two
‘bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
so we don’t gotta scream at you!
ow! i just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
i went to go tell ‘em all to go get f-cked
but i’m never gonna bite my tongue, little b-tch throw it up

- yelawolf lyrics

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