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

You gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is me drunk-drivin' your truck
When arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I so very darn quick and scary
That's why so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit
They probably I'ma Limp Bizkit, their 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?
'Cause me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a tree
My are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a win-win
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, give 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 fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I done milked it
Smoke cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no rappin', I'm buildin'
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the of my single-wide door
Raised by them boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I 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 party I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as real as
or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand 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, give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a

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

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