Get Away (feat. Shawty Fatt)

Yelawolf

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    Hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods
    And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with the bullet,
    Yes i'm 'bout it motherfucker not a single solitary thing is missing
    From my southern roots
    I'm liable just to take a chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
    Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper
    That could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking
    Product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking?
    Meaning i'm working-working harder than any artist can
    Ever do it simply cause i'm made that way
    I build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that yelawolf made
    So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em i'm an alabama
    Wanna-be, i be that i'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb
    On you from a motherfucking beanbag, i need that

    Get away
    Tell my folks roll up the j's
    Bring yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken (?)
    Till there's nothing left to say, cause if i don't get away
    People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
    Drink some, smoke some
    You won't have to get away from me
    Load up the guns, load up the guns
    ? won't have to get away from me
    Drink some, smoke some
    Cause if i don't get away
    People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me

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    Man, i done been through it all
    I'd a been up and know what it is to fall
    Punk police feeling all on my balls
    When i have probable cause i never stand tall
    Dog, you gotta do something fatt
    Who would roll with wolf, why you come back?
    Cause them up there, don't want to play fair
    Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack
    Dumb fatt, dumb ?, criticize a nigga for the crack i sell?
    Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well
    Or eat at all, want to see me fall
    Cause i see them all dog, them lines
    Only cause i got catfish on my side
    Bitch i'm headed up, up to the sky
    Roll up, let's get high
    Wavin' them bye, i need that

    20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out
    They put my dick in your mouth
    Take it back out
    Put it back in
    Fuck on the floor
    Skeet on the couch
    So when you ugly motherfuckers ?
    This retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with
    If you're in, say you're in, (say you're in!)
    And if you're in some motherfuckin business
    Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, out of luck, you don't do "win"!
    Not in there, not a nigga, can't compare
    So what i do to these bars on these walls
    On the scales, in the clubs, in the bars, ?, in the jails
    I need that

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    Composición: Otis Shuggie, The Braids, Wayne Atha, Phonix y Shawty Fatt

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