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YELAWOLF FT. RAEKWON & KILLER MIKE lyrics : "Rhyme Room"

(Verse)
Ayo I'm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment
I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion

Drug money is sucks, I'm the lux, drunk as a $#&@
Be going hard, (*##$ $$# you butt
But still in all I gain I don't know no other way

I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug ^!$$%s who ya one day
One pay, one K

Sun play, some spray
Half of these ^!$$%s underage
They came with the purple T

Grape %#@!, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My money he man now

Was shakin, don't $#&@ with them snakes
$#&@in with them fix hustle ^!$$%s is gay
If that's your thing, cold play

Don't get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
Bout to get you more

What you in this for? Aye chill
The official just late, give him his way
That's my ^!$$% no big and give him his space

If they front on us we frontin back, piss in his face

(Verse)

Peace to the god, wussup?
More I'm late in the cut
Layin in the cut with a !@#%

Late in the cut on the peanut butter guts
With a !@#% but Brazilian, half to a but
Denzel coo, stand ^!$$%s stall like woo

Whippin that work like woo
Brick flat woo, brick flat woo
I'm penguin #~!!@ goo

Since I wage in a brand new coup
$#&@ ^!$$%s suck dick til you strangle
Therefore hatin on a real $$# G

Like me talkin bout air got Anna
Say $#&@ your bright but a ^!$$% named Mike
$#&@ ^!$$%, yea I'm a king in Atlanta

You don't wanna be a new star round the TV channel
Talkin bout last scene in Atlanta
(*##$ I take your life, sleep good that night

Crab crab legs in Savana
I'm so Tony Montana
Nose full of !@%!e, M16, all black hammer

Put !@%!e in the street, in a week everything jump back
Sweet Sweden and a can of Fanta
Polo polo had the flow ho

I got horses on pajamas
Yea, late night I might take flight
With 3 hoes like my name Santa

Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom
I bought a '96 Impala and I named it MJG
'Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard

And a (*##$ can't ride for free
Gone


(Verse)
Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy

You about to fall asleep in the car
Run a red light on me mother$#&@er
I'mma pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove

Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you don't wanna see my pin though
You don't wanna see me unplugged

If I pull a 9 out, over night I'll sign out
You should know I gets a bug in the rug
Get the buzz on drugs and chug a jug of sauce til I bust the goods

Man I could make a deacon dirty when I speak
I'm murdering, I make a mean mugging cause
When I lean in the cut

Listen, this 30 yard 6 when your out of that window
Tiers in the mud
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So call me daddy, lay my balls on the cag
'Cause I drive em nuts

Don't follow in envy if you ain't following where
'Cause I'm about grinding plus
These songs that I write got life, I can sick em on tree
They did grow target
Takin more lefs to the boys in the Bronx

I'm losing !@(%
Let em go ball, just give em more weed
Dollars in the kitchen, povery
Did I forget to mention I'm an emcee?
That I have to prove it on BET

And cyphered twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I don't wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off a cliff

This I promise,
Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in the picture frame
You ain't gotta tell me that I made a mistake and some of that %#@! was lame
But all I wanna do is say $#&@ that %#@! and please accept my change
I was on the tryna people please
So people please, know my name

Now back to the metaphors
It's better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathe
And I put tags on toes
And like I'm in the morgue and I'm giving no pedicure
Said a story now go on and set the melanol
Set sail on a pale horse with a sword
Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor

Flime of the seed in my pants
'Cause I need what I need
I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve
And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands
Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space
Any kind of high never feels this great
You can feel the taste, you can see that smell

You can touch the moon when you hear that bass
Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I won't shut up
But the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I won't cut em
Man, I'm on my %#@!
Life is a trip when I'm jumpin over cracks in the road
Say what you want to about this white boy
But I know the truth and rap's in his soul.


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