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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
William Washington
William Washington
Songwriter
Michael Hartnett
Michael Hartnett
Songwriter
Josh Winkler
Josh Winkler
Songwriter
Matt David Hayes
Matt David Hayes
Songwriter
Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk
Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WLPWR
WLPWR
Producer

Lyrics

I hear people from time to time Tell me that I'm underrated or under-appreciated And to a certain extent, that's flattery and endearing But I also use it as a source of inspiration to keep, keep fuckin' y'all up Bitch Woke up this morning, looking at some pussy so sexy I had to kiss the sky like Jimi Hendrix right after she necked me This shit is dope, talking coke, no Pepsi Went from a trailer to a savior, this shit is perplexing Gulp, gulp, drink it up, señorita And fuck if you hating, you blood-sucking mosquitoes My propped feet up, inside this black Bentley truck I'm sitting back, locced out, won't lift my seat up Keep a gunner close with the heater Get caught with the red rider, ain't talking BB, 'cause I'm institutionalized but from the outside Ain't scared of nothing but God, so fuck your outcries Don't be the idiot pulling a stick on green eyes You start a fucking war, boy, if I die 'Cause baby, I love with passion Take care of my people, go ask my people, go ask 'em I just don't bring the fish 'cause that won't outlast 'em I teach 'em how to fish and now they out castin' Eating, and it's hunting season And I'm about to land a hit, man, I got this funky feeling I don't need your credibility, dawg, my credit card's leaking And I might drop another hundred bands this next weekend 'Cause I got everything I got everything (e-e-e-е-everything) Yo, check it out I got everything Oh-wee, everything (e-e-e-е-everything) Yeah, yeah, everything Aww, man, everything, mm Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dreams Put on that rock 'n' roll wedding ring Now I got everything Yeah, yeah, everything (e-e-e-е-everything) Check it out You must be joking with that Rolls-Royce truck My box Chevy says, "I don't give a fuck," don't it? Steering wheel, no components '79 original, I live in the moment Got a whiskey company, hold on, give me a moment Hold up, give me a moment Fuck, goddamn, I got that too She's playing peekaboo in the menu, want wagyu boo? Some caviar with your PBR, déjà vu Last time I took a bitch to bed, she got my name tattooed, fuck! Y'all shit out of luck, the game is fly paper And I'm so fly that I'm stuck You're stuck with me So fuck with me or suck on me Lord's a gift of course it is, gift to you luxury A heartbreaker, party starter, hardly labor not a job When you love it, you don't love it bitch? Then I'll see you later, princess These rappers so senseless Blew your load on some hoes, now you got no cents left Clean up your act, my floors have been swept And I stay stage ready pimp Yeah, why? 'Cause I got everything (E-e-e-е-everything) I got everything, uh Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream Put on that rock and roll wedding ring 'Cause I got everything (e-e-everything) Yeah, man, I got everything, all I need (e-e-everything) Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream I put on that rock 'n' roll wedding ring I got everything Still, I want everything Still, I want everything E-e-e-e-е-everything Ev-every-every-ery-ery-every-ery-ery-everything
Writer(s): Washington William Booker, Michael Hartnett, Michael Wayne Atha, Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk, Josh Winkler, Matt David Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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