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      All The Way Up

      Yelawolf

      Album: Trunk Muzik 3

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      Yelawolf - All The Way Up Música y Letra

      Intro: Yelawolf]
      Let the band play
      Yeah, uh, uh
      
      [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
      I hardly expected to target you bitches
      I guess it's time for me to whip it (Time for me to whip it)
      Whip it out on you like I got Tourette's with a weapon
      Now who's gonna fill it? (Fill it?)
      I ain't no battle rapper, I'm a war veteran
      Of course I gotta get him, the chord, the sentiment
      With the floor, the residence gold, pure gold
      What am I saying? That I am rich
      That I got a lot of pretty shit
      No, I'm not, but, yes, I do
      'Cept I don't need no compliments
      Just complimentary head from your lady when I'm in Paris, thanks
      That's Oman and Paris colors on my drip, bitch, don't touch the wet paint, uh
      Impala lookin' like a bowl of water that just spilled all over the pavement (Trill)
      Cook-up in the mop top, motherfucker, that's rocks
      Slumerican made men (Trill)
      Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in
      I'ma walk through the club in some alligator hide, you would think it was Cajun
      If you still hating, your pussy's on display then
      My bulls are on parade and my machine is always raging
      Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page'n
      You think you 'bout it 'bout it now
      'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf]
      I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt
      All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt
      
      [Verse 2: MopTop]
      Ayy, I gotta do the speed limit, look, trust me
      Cutting the hair, tryna give it a mullet
      Pocket Rick Ross, baby, I think I'm hustlin'
      Dope was so strong, made the J hit the dougie
      Don't want the recognition, just the money
      Strap always with me, I'm keeping it currently
      Bae get it with me, ain't takin' it from me
      She on the board like Coyote Ugly
      Woke up and ate, lit like dentist
      It's lookin' like you haven't ate in a minute
      And how it seems, at the rate that we winnin'
      Yeah, the Slumboy go to state to you niggas
      Draymond with the Draco, turn your fitted cap to a halo
      Las Veg' flow, I don't gamble, but your best bet is to lay low, okay
      You might get whiplash, whip pass
      Ride 'til the whip crash, Six Flags
      Pistol no kick back, get back
      Get 'em smart like zigzag real fast
      Pull up like a gym class, gym bag
      Turnin' up to the max, make 'em feel that
      I been doing kickback, get racks
      Run it all the way up on they bitch ass
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf]
      I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt
      All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt
      
      [Verse 3: CookUp Boss]
      I just keep working my wrist
      I got no time for these bitches
      They treatin' me like I'm a star
      I can't stay out of my kitchen
      I used to re-up on Liston
      And piece 'em on Eighth
      I come from straight out the projects
      Now I'm Slumerican made
      CookUp Boss, I'm not a rapper
      I represent for all the trappers
      Balling hard like I'm a pastor
      On the low, dirty bastard
      Used to be broke, I'm up now
      Wolf call a play, it's a touchdown
      Ain't nothin' fuckin' with us now
      Nigga want smoke then it's up there
      I'm here to make the trap great again
      I want the front and the backend
      I got my rank and my bank up
      My migo need somewhere to back in
      I'm so addicted to trappin'
      Niggas keep tellin' me tap in
      I see the hate in your face
      Trife Life got they ass in 'cause...
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf]
      I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt
      All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause
      I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then
      You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy
      'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

      Yelawolf - All The Way Up Música y Letra

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