Yelawold - Far From A Bitch lyrics

rate me

(Yelawolf)

I crawl through beats, like I had paws for feet

That's why they call them tracks

I dial into my tone, that's why these bitch rappers never call me back

But I didn't hang up on you, I just hung you out to dry

Clothes line! Little babies, go to school, don't pout cry

So sick that I make sick sick

Stick dick in a bitch with slit wrist just to get a quick fix

Sip syrup - sip fix

Her and get a twit pic

I'm on! Yeah I'm on, and you gonn' smell my cologne

I'm on, yeah I'm on

(Big HUD hook)

Far from a bitch and I put that on my main ho

Catch me posted on the block like I'm a valero

Put that dagger in your heart like a bow and arrow

Somebody had to lose, I guess that's how to game go (YEAH)

The game go, I guess that's how the game go

I'm Far from a bitch and I put that on my main ho (YEAH)

My main ho, I put that on my main ho

I'mFar from a bitch and I put that on my main ho

(Rittz)

She know that I'm a pro and I don't even got to tell her

White bitch looking like Sarah Michelle Gellar

Got a (something) on vanilla

Get her once she say he wanna get to know me better

I said it, I could read her mind, she like an open letter

Next thing you know I had her face against a feather pillow

In a cheap hotel when I (something something) drill her

Like a jack hammer, almost (something) in her

Tap-tap-tapping that ass like a tap dancer

Then I skeeted, told that bitch to leave or imma' back-hand her

I'm just playing baby, I don't really act in that manor

Cause' my game so (something), I ain't scared of taking all the ladies

Especially when she give a great blowjob

We can go to dinner, Stoney River steak (something)

Martini bar, swear it ain't no prob

Now just keep your mouth shut 'bout us

You don't wanna piss my main ho off

(Hook)

(Young Stuggle)

I ain't a a killer but don't push me

My moneyrun long like John Holmes in the pussy

Married to these streets, I got a cocaine wife

They say the folk ain't right leave my momma alone and blame my life

If Kenny Powers fucked Griselda Blanco I'd be they son

With a hundred grand, steel claiming kids that ain't mine to get that tax refund

(Something) cards in my pocket, shit, none of 'em mine

Slumerican pie, subliminal crimnal crimes ahead of my time

(Hook)