Yelawolf - Jesco White (Freestyle) lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Jesco White Freestyle lyrics]
Catfish Billy! MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion slum mr don Corleone!
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 fuck once, now I do not though
Hello, hello, 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 gonna 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 nutshell 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 fucking 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
Bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit
With this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your fucked clique
And hit some methanol
Suck a dick, sucka suck shit
All through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't oh, yes the fuck I did!
Now take these words, stay woke
And tattoo both eye lids
Y'all bitches 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 pass in that black Cadillac
With Travis and em'
Yeah, and it's 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
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
Trunk Muzik 3
Low-fashion slum mr don Corleone!
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 fuck once, now I do not though
Hello, hello, 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 gonna 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 nutshell 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 fucking 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
Bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit
With this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your fucked clique
And hit some methanol
Suck a dick, sucka suck shit
All through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't oh, yes the fuck I did!
Now take these words, stay woke
And tattoo both eye lids
Y'all bitches 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 pass in that black Cadillac
With Travis and em'
Yeah, and it's 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
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
Trunk Muzik 3