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

You ain't gotta lay on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me 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' lifeless and
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you happy with' red bottoms?
Mad I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch with' a top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics 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, what the does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

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, don't give a
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give 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
What the fuck am I supposed to do with cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single-wide
Raised by them dope boys, so I 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 some rap savior, you better up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil Prada
If God was one of us, prob'ly 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 this
You'll never see rock and roll do like I did

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, still don't give a

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
It's (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
birthday, Alabama

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