Yelawolf - Whiskey In A Bottle lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Still on that ass like handcuff up in it like
Hand puppets makin' ya holla
Ya should've jumped in that Impala, homie
Refrigerators neva seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason that
Yela make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So give me that king crap
& I'll break a shell, ya seen that?!
Well, fuck it if he don't take it well!
So crack the top of that hot, shaking ale
& say 'free Young Struggle' who's not making bail
He got popped by the FEDs, fuck the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M N O P, learn how to spell!
I'll pull up to the gate & we'll skate on this country faggots
& until then, fuck 'em, they can have it!
Slumerican means, slum American breed
Gutter raised wit worldwide dreams, yeah
(Hook)
Put yo hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel wit a hair pin trigger now
& I'mma landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put yo hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
La la la la la la la la
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
(Verse 2)
Still on that gas like the bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Ya said 'oh, lawd', Bible Belt raised in yo mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide & rode Chevy's
My mama rolls joints, smoke rolls off wit a timp
Daddy's a rolling stone, I'm rolling in shit wit these pigs
& the south side
Who ya rolling wit in the sticks wit hair weawes & air streams
Cigarette stained walls, fuck, I can't barely breathe
Spitting shotgun pellets out of my fuckin' chili bowl
But am I a hill billy, no!
I am the truth behind these fucking illusionist
Yellin' redneck, ya about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, & I just tattoo it
Becuz of the abusing I use it as therapy in music
So
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(Verse 3)
Still on that grass like John Deers this yard is already cut
Ya can't get no work here ya fags started wit swag, ya was stealing
It turns out I got no peers just years of street smarts
So here ya go retards come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give ya three darts
1, my last album flopped 2, it wasn't my time 3, my fuckin momma's sellin' my pajamas online
But guess what? (I'm whiskey in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm aged
I’m dirty 3, I'm not a child who plays wit crack to get a piece
Don't clap, fo' no MC who's wack then get a free slap
Fuck out my car when I smashed in a Caprice
I’m Jack sipping still whipping wood wheels
Truck on steroids, iIllegal to play ball
But damn it how good it feels, drop that black card
Park in the backyard, baby fire up the grill!
It's party time...
(Hook)
