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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 down on your bed to you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me your truck
When arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you ain't with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn and scary
That's why they're so to compare me
But fuck the critics a spiked dick 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, what the does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm 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, still don't give a

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

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we give 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 give a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!