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Trans Am
Yelawolf feat. DJ Paul
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Yo
White powder gave a bitch a runny nose
In the front row of the show doing cartwheels
Tried to cut it like a sawmill
Eyes baby blue like the North Carolina Tar Heels
She put a leg out like the letter R
Still hands on the side with the broad hips
Rawhide, but I'ma have to leave her
Outside 'cause I got a full house like a card deal
Can't be romantic with a c-note handed, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich
But I'm still hungry, so please, no panties
Your friend's so lame and so conservative, she's so granny
I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but yo, I got two bar Xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt, but this money's cupid
And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor quicker, quicker, now honey's ruined
This bunny's clueless, but she's Australian, that onion's bloomin'
She called me a mad cunt and asked me to drink from her shoe
Lemme tell you that I didn't even
Waste none, Versace heels taste good too
I devour that shit, them hourglass hips
But I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand
I ain't really got no big plans
Get to kissin', we can switch hands like a wristband
Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
Used to be bricks under the Impala
Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the Impala
Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am
I don't drive her to the mall
I don't even drive at all when I'm drunk, I just her up the wall
I broke up the leaf
She smokin' the weed, let her roll up the green like a 8-ball
Yeah, roll up the green like a 8-ball
Corner pocket, iPhone, make a porno, watch it
That's dive bar talk for the high class
I'm a neon sign in a loose wall socket
Got her rollin' up a cigarillo, got her drippy like a weepy willow
Twenty minutes I'm up in the middle
Got her drippin' on her body pillow
Got her sippin' Kane
Find a little rainbow on the sheets, can't find Skittles
Good lord, that's all painted with makeup
I'm coming out the seams, Pinocchio Geppetto
Tangled and banged up an angel
She got a ring around her head like a bowcut
I wrecked it, crashed it, danger
Gotta pull her out the bed with a tow truck
Both us wobble to the 'frigerator
Need a respirator and a ice water in a cold cup
No luck, ate a cold cut, drank a cola
Then we did it all again on the sofa
Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
Used to be bricks under the Impala
Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Yeah, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the Impala-
Aw, shit, drop that whip, me and that bitch gon' pull up quick
Black boots, motorbikes, me and that bitch gon' pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pinup bitch, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Aw, shit, drop that whip, me and that bitch gon' pull up quick
Black boots, motorbikes, me and that bitch gon' pull up right
Tattoos on her throat, pinup bitch, Marilyn Monroe
Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat
Trans Am