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letra de trans am - yelawolf & dj paul

[verse 1: yelawolf]
yo, white powder gave a bunch of runny noses on the front row with the shoulder with the cr-p wheels
trying to cut it like a sawmil eyes, baby blue like the not carolina tar heels
she put a leg out like the letter r, still hands on the side with the broad hips
we’re all hot, but, imma have to leave her outside cause i got a full house like a car deal
can’t be romantic, with a seat no handle, just please no candids
no cameras, please no sandwich, but, i’m still hungry so please no panties
your friends 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 both hunt but, this money’s cupid
and i wanna found this human, invest in the chest like i run a union
she sip the brown liquor quicker quicker now huney’s ruined
this bunny’s clueless but, she’s all straight and that onion’s bloomin’
she called me a mad [?], and asked me two drink for my shoe
let me tell you that i didn’t even waste non, versace hills taste good too
i devour that sh-t them hourglass hips but, i’m runnin’ out of time, that’s quicksand
i ain’t really got no big plans get the kids in, we can switch hands like a wristband

[pre-chorus: yelawolf]
look i don’t know a lot of f-ckin’ sh-t man
look i don’t know a lot of f-ckin’ sh-t man
peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
i just shook a lot of f-ckin’ hands man
i just shook a lot of f-ckin’ hands man
used to be bricks under the apollo, now i holla yea from the t tops of a trans am
[chorus: yelawolf]
yea, trans am
yea, trans am
yea, trans am
used to be bricks under the apollo, now i holla yea from the t tops of a trans am

[verse 2: yelawolf]

[chorus: yelawolf]
yea, trans am
yea, trans am
yea, trans am
used to be bricks under the apollo, now i holla yea from the t tops of a trans am
[outro: yelawolf]

- yelawolf dj paul

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