Yelawolf - Dare He Go lyrics

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Yelawolf - Dare He Go lyrics

[Intro] What's up world? The name is YelaWolf You might not know me by now But, umm Maybe soon you will You know what I'm sayin And when you see my on the street Want you to throw your hands up like this Throw a peace up in the air and say Dare fe go, yeah [Chorus] If you see me in the Box Chevy with the hubcap spokes at the spot Smile n' say: Dare he go Yelawolf Dare he go Dare he go Yelawolf Dare he go With the clothes that I rock Hit me cause I'm clean and my kicks are hot Yeah Dare he go Yelawolf Dare he go Dare he go Yelawolf Dare he go [Verse 1] Supermax black pat cat, {p**y} eater, (what) Boogie hip shaker, hot rap paper getter, (yeah) Bird feeder, did it all for the nookie beater (what) Rita in the backseat and see I'm finna please her (what) Been a heater since I was a little verse breather (yeah) Strong breeze, sharp, used to get the babysitter Momma slip, don't trip, cause I like to hit her Man-child'll ride a bicycle to go get her Taught me well, now I limp harder Dude, the last girl I shanked flipped and bought me a cell (ha) Walk a frail bridge but I jump up and down like a Celtic And you can't kick my hound around, cause he's a pale mix I was down before I ever learned to rap Pickle breath, bare-footed, wrong side of the tracks (the ghetto) Rap shooting, bark peeling, {weed} crop snatcher Good herb holder, soap through the hole blower [Chorus] [Verse 2] Skip froggy style to the shack like that (yeah) Cherokee, eagle feather, jelly peanut bu*ter (ha) Leaf cutter, gutter splitter, sticks to the bricks Tornado spitter, hit the storm cellar (whoo) Wanna dance? I'm a TD maker, I'm a tipi shaker I'm an easy baker, get 'em hot quick Slick, vaseline, water rippling when it drop Watch me fly, more than 5′2″, snatching doo doo (what) YelaWolf got the clan in a bloody noose (yeah) Controversy and I know it I'll bless a poet Or mess up in it when it gets done holler for me (holler) Get a pack of this, man what type of cracker this? Saltine your game that type of cracker this (ha-ha) Never that Show ‘spect, native Ameri-who? Ameri-can "I think I can" up the track dude. (what?, what?) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hold up, single solitary dry flows (what) Pop glows collar flicking, never follow chickens (yeah) Marshmallow cookin', long line fish hookin' (what) Sloppy walkin', faded out, fresh crappy cookin' Cheap beer drinkin', talk loud, breath's stinkin' Step limpin', wet drippin' from the lip lickin' Split banana pickin' ball, grabbing bull, stabbin' Indian trail wagon, little boy laggin' Middle-man, half-breed, don't claim a color (ah) I put graffiti on the stars of the spangled banner (yup) Tangled grammar, Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama Vision blurs, see my fur dressed liked a panda (huh) And I put art on my body parts (what) Full time rhyme dart throwin' at your car Beep, beep, beeps in the trunk YelaWolf load it up, click click dump [Chorus] x2

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