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

You ain't gotta lay down on bed to know you already fucked up
me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very quick and scary
That's why they're so to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma 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 waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

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

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, a win-win 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

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

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