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INTERPRÉTATION
Yelawolf
Chant
Tha Hydrox
Programmation
Lil Jon
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lowell Grant
Paroles/Composition
Alex Cartagena
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Smith
Paroles/Composition
Michael Atha
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tha Hydrox
Production
Cristian Delano
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Leslie Brathwaite
Ingénierie de mixage
Muzzy Solis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sasha Sirota
Ingénierie de prise de son
Willpower
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
You ain't gotta lay down on your bed
You know you already fucked up
Letting me in the muthafuckin' game is like
Letting me drunk drive in ya truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had 5 in my cup
Then I took another hit and I run into a bitch
That's looking lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with you now?
What, you ain't happy with Red Bottoms?
Mad cause I'm in VIP with a fuckin' Jack bottle?
With Tom, Dick and Harry
I got up in this bitch with a tank top cause I spit so very, darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to compare me
Fuck my critics with a spiked dick
When it can fit barely. They probably think I'm a Limp Bizkit
That spits jelly, when I put them in the woods I'm a redneck
I'm a hick? Tell me: go ahead, yeah!
What the fuck does it matter to me?
Cause after me there'll only be wannabes
And mostly ain't never gonnabes
Yeah in this forest I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos -and my roots they run deep
I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting
Two 10's: that's a "win-win situation".
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand-new
Drinks on me! For ME: not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse
I mean like damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow?
I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered
Let go of anything that I'm feelin'
Broke me down so many times before
That I'm no longer rapping I'm building
With one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them thangs look
Thanks for the recipe: rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you muthafuckas
Out there waiting around for some rap savior
You better look up at what it is that you facing now
Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the Devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich
Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope
The realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never seen rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
I'm 2 bottle shawty, 2 bitches waiting
Two 10's: that's a "win-win situation".
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand-new
Drinks on me! For ME: not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
Yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah)
Still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Li'l Jon)
(We rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club
Don't give a fuck
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
I ain't in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Alex Cartagena, Michael Anthony Jackson, Michael Wayne Atha
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