[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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With a full of trash straight to the ocean
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All black benz is slowly rolling
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Head light's off don't be the chosen
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Thinks it's a game then drop the token
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Up shits creek without a paddle
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That's just life I'm in the saddle
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No rest no bitch we don't tattle
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Snake's don't always shake the rattle
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Yeah [3x]
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[Verse 2]
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All these cops they want the qouta
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Too much hypo coca cola
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Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
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Shes that bitch who rest in nova
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Took that bite to bit the apple
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You know me I'm hard to tackle
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Break me down homie you wish
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You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
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Yeah [3x]
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[Verse 3]
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Give me give me till it's empty
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Too much money isn't plenty
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It's not enough it's not any
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Come come on just choose the jimmy
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They all want to bust a nut in
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Drop the bomb push the button
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Be the king, be the sultan
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Some of this shit is so insulting
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Break the broken make the chosen
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Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
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Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
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Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
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Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
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To the sickness they'll just end it with it
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Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Country fresh
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Country fresh
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Whistle Dixie
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| Yelawolf |
