letra de toca tuesdays (freestyle) - yelawolf
okay, let’s get it started folks
my name is yelawolf
i’m a southern head
fed white bread
been caught where they go to
all of my people they b-boys
some of them b’s are bad
some of them got that heart to sell with paintcans in their bag
mr. clever on the wheels with plenty moves for your -ss too
and if it’s war between the crews
but he hang it up, fell through
time and time again i’m like a clock with this here pen
and it’s like tick-tock tick-tock
just give me the verse laid down
i’m from where the rednecks get lesser jobs and lesser checks
momma working 9 to 5 slaveshifts
coming home late the microwaveable plates kept my stomach full
i thank to lord that was a gift
my world is surrounded by hypocrites and demons in body suits
tryna recruit me as an advocate
rapping and talking ’bout fame and loot
now, how the h-ll did you think
i wouldn’t smell that poo under your shoe boy?
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