Gangsta Of Love (feat. Cyhi da Prynce)

Yelawolf

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    Intro:
    Calling all cars, calling all cars
    There is a gangsta on the loose
    He is very heavily armed, and legged
    And considered extremely dangerous

    If you should happen to see him on your way home,
    Do not try to apprehend, I repeat, do not try to apprehend
    Simple say, "it's cool"
    Yeah,

    [Yelawolf - Verse 1]
    Will the real Slim Shady please stand up
    And tell these mother fuckers why I got signed
    Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys
    Out here tryna imitate my grind
    And if you finna feel it when I say that
    Fuck you, say something back
    What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog
    Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap
    Fuck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's fuck toy
    And she's still bitching
    I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit
    Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some
    I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs
    Yeah here the Shady clique come
    They say I'm a dick head
    Well it fits, why?
    Cause I'ma fuck this pussy ass game up till she gets numb
    Of many styles that I pick from
    Fuck it just give me kick drums
    Cause Yelawolf aint a rapper
    I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum
    It's done
    So put ya money on a 'Bama boy
    20 West of Atlanta boy
    You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler winds
    Get a grip on your bicycle handle bars

    [Chorus]
    All the girls I meet
    Are falling down them stairs
    I said get themselves together
    They get themselves together
    (Thats why they call me)
    Gangsta of Love

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    Yelawolf and I
    On top don't wonder why
    Cause I rock and roll
    Stop drop and roll
    Thats why they call me
    (Gangsta of love)
    Feet on the ground
    Head in the sky
    Cause I rock and roll
    Stop drop and roll
    Thats why they call me

    [Yelawolf - Verse 2]
    Hold up, my God
    Let me pull the Chevrolet out the garage
    I killin on A to Z lately, KP
    You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
    Fuck em all with a sandpaper dick
    I dare anybody to comment to the diss
    You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch
    I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick
    I'm treating rappers like loose change,
    The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couches
    Like I didn't even know I had that until
    You made it [something] came out with
    Oh you want some of the South shit?
    Well let me show you what the South is
    You into sucking dick
    Well I'm into getting rich
    We could make a good team
    Put your money where your mouth is

    [Chorus]

    [Yelawolf - Verse 3]
    I roll out in a t-top two seater
    Looking like an American missle seeker
    Got back gat packs in my dungerees
    Yeah I'ma light a fuse under the disbeliever
    Say you don't give a shit, good
    Cause I don't give two shits neither
    You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral
    Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa
    Yessir, I'm bonafied
    I'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die
    And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip
    Baby I don't know what I can give but I know I'm gonna try
    Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe
    But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie
    What if I buy you drive through Popeye's?
    Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?
    Ah, I'm doing this like I knew I would
    And you did too, so you knew you I did
    If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat
    Cus I'm dope and it don't matter who I'm with
    Reppin' that area code 256
    White trash girls wink with blue eyelids
    Because they know Yelawolf can't be fucked with
    But it don't take an asshole to see that shit

    [Chorus]

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