Yelawolf - Gangsta Of Love Lyrics
[Yealwolf - Verse 1]Would the real slim shady please stand upAnd tell these muthaf-ckers why I got signedCause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boysOut here tryna imitate my grindAnd if you finna feel it when I say thatF-ck you, say something backWhat I gotta lose, I'm already the underdogWhy wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rapF-ck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's f-ck toyAnd she's still *****ingI'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shitSticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get someI got the kinky *****, get crumbsYeah here the Shady clique comeThey say I'm a dick headWell it fits whyCause muthaf-ckers p-ssy ass came up til she gets numbAny of many styles that I pick fromF-ck it just give me kick drumsCause Yelawolf aint a rapperI'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bumEx-conSo put ya money on a 'Bama boy20 West of Atlanta boyYou wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheelerWinds?[Chorus]All the girls I meetAre falling down them stairsSaid gettin themselves togetherThey gettin themselves together(That's why they call me)Gangsta of LoveYelawolf and IOn top don't wonder whyCause I rock and rollStop drop and rollThat's why they call me(Gangsta of love)Feet on the groundHead in the skyCause I rock and rollStop drop and rollThat's why they call me[Yealwolf - Verse 2]Hold up, my GodLet me pull the chevrolet out the garageI killin on hennessy lately, KPYou might get a hicky from Nicki MinajF-ck em all with a sandpaper dickI dare anybody to come match to thisYou couldn't hold a flame to my name *****I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick?I'm treating rappers like loose changeThe shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couchLike I didn't even know I had that until?Oh you want some of the south shit?Well let me show you what the south isYou into sucking dickWell I'm into getting richWe could make a good teamPut your money where your mouth is[Chorus][Yealwolf - Verse 3]I roll out in a t-top two seaterLooking like an american missle seekerGot back pack packs in my dungereesYeah I'mma light a fuse under the disbelieverSay you don't give a shit goodCause I don't give two shits neitherYou ready let it go, I'm already at your funeralWalking with a rose like Wiz KhalifaYessir, I'm bonafiedI'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna dieAnd if you wanna live baby get up in the whipBaby I don't know what I'ma give but I know I'm gonna tryWhatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibeBut you know that's a fib yeah, you know that's a lieWhat if I buy you drive through popeyes?Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?I'm doing this like I knew I wouldAnd you did too, so you knew you didIf I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throatAnd it don't matter who I'm withReppin' that area code 256White trash girls wink with blue eyelidsBecause they know Yelawolf can't be f-cked withBut it don't take an ***** to see that shit[Chorus]
