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  • Текст песни Yelawolf - No Hands

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    Look mama, no hands
    I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
    Yela, how's it goin?
    Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

    Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like
    To put a cease and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
    I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my kids
    Won't be home till Christmas
    Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
    I'm stuck in play like a fair ball
    Know you love to call it foul, say hip hoppin in the south
    But these country rap dudes
    Got the bitch in the back room with a open mouth AH!
    I'd sacrifice it all and lord knows it
    Put my life on the bullseye
    I make a camera jealous of my focus
    And that's shady if you ain't noticed
    The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
    In a traffic jam, I got my lane open
    Cause they came with the same token
    You did and cracked the Bank open
    When they said the rap game was in a drought
    I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out

    Look mama, no hands
    I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
    Yela, how's it goin?
    Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

    Get a workout, bitch, run your lips
    I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
    Just to see me trip
    You're window shoppin and can't see the gift
    When the shit is sittin in front of your face
    Like cement in between the bricks
    If the world had name for me, I'd be Slumerican
    This whole shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
    And I do it with a casio and a farmers tan
    And on top of a hundred grand, there I stand
    And I made it through cause I had heart
    Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
    Food stamps in the Pathmark,
    While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
    Don't make one of these slooms [?] come intercept you
    Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
    I'm spring loaded with the salt of an old man,
    Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van like

    Hey, Look mama, no hands
    I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
    Yela, how's it goin?
    Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

    A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from movin
    A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred proofin
    Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
    Head bangin to heavy metal music
    I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama it's on!
    Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone
    Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
    I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how wrong
    Shoes laced up with the mainstream face up,
    With the same team that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
    Changed the game up, like a change up
    With a pain that'll drain onto you, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
    Used to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
    Green bay packin a bowl,
    A broke soul packin the couch
    And the landlord used to kick me out,
    But I went from packin my house
    To packin THE house, BITCH!

    Like look mama, no hands
    I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
    They took a shot... Airball
    You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
    Yela, how's it go

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