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It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to the club up
go! Yelawolf

You ain't lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why so quick to compare me
But fuck the with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, the fuck does it matter to me?
after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

I know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything I'm feelin'
They done broke me so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
Underneath the steps of my door
by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, in peace, Wayne Bush
I cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd drink vodka
I still kick it at the when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this
You'll never see rock and roll do like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

Yeah, (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday,

Up in the club, don't give a ah
(Up in the club, still don't a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!