Yelawolf - FAST Ride скачать mp3

[Hook:] On that ass, bitch Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Yel – and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Yel – on that ass, bitch And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik – bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to [Verse 1:] Mello Yello can in my hand – mullet, hog, what? Country folks don’t talk much They just get to work – sawdust Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat Sleepin’ bag by the bricks – come with the fly, I’m on some shit Drum this out with two sticks Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks Zoom – raps make mummies just lift from a tomb Knock twice if you feel it Born to rip, I should’ve been Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook Squares want an artery blocked when I’m around Circulated – nerds are in, Urkel made it I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money Punks they run from me, drunk and upset But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’ A one, two, three – I’m at the Chelsea Hotel Like City Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy Get the… fee, fee, f-ck me Please oh please don’t leave Just give me the keys and crank that beat ‘Cause I might double up and strike, dry heave But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat Like Freon, frickin’ neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I’m… [Hook:] [Verse 2:] So what’s new? Been on that shit, where’s the atlas? Thumbtack it, South Kakalak it, Alabama has it – go Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playin’ Relapse Boss – Eminem saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who thought? Just toss the white trash out the window Now I’m in a ditch like broken pencils Empty bottles and stolen rentals This one is for all my kinfolk Yeah, bring ‘em in, though Out the rain, what’s a friend for? Word, oh for sure – yours truly, at the door Had to add a syllable to that word Country, but, oh, of course Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced Odd economy, don’t need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll These hoes are no good, pills are okay I just wanna get high, f-ck what you say Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword With a big bitch, bow to sensei Motherf-ckin’ bitch, it’s pay your rent day You are not alone like my name was MJ One glove and a f-ckin’ pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no I’m just on that ass, hoe Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to [Outro:] Yeah… yeah… Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to On that ass, bitch Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to On that ass, hoe Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go Let’s go, let’s go Yeah, I’m on my shit now… I’m on my shit now… I’m on my shit now… I’m on my shit now… I’m on my… Yeah, I’m on my shit now… I’m on my shit now… Let’s go!