Yelawolf Songs and Lyrics - Page 2

Ghetto Cowboy By Yelawolf 3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh) 3, 2, 1, jump (Ghetto, ghetto) 3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh) 3, 2, 1, jump (Ghetto, ghetto) Yeah, back from the dead motherfucker Hold

Keep on Rollin By Yelawolf One, two, one Salute me when you see me bitch, I’m the cook up boss .. life up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off I party

Country Rich By Yelawolf Yeah, Texas concrete up under my (tires) Creek Water in my flask take me (higher) Yeah, give me that Jack on the first and keep it

You and Me By Yelawolf Black boots, Red cup Brown liquor, no suds Bad motherfuckers just rolled up Yeah Five crackers, short fuse I pull the plug out on you like a cockscrew

So Long By Yelawolf You was just a baby girl looking for a new job I was typhoon, cartoon for you to watch Took you by the belt loop, said “How can I help

Renegades By Yelawolf “I got a gun for a mouth And a bullet with your name on it So don’t breathe when I talk ’cause you haven’t been spoken to

Lightning By Yelawolf Man look at this shit I know right, it’s crazy I wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker away Why you say that? Serious man I hate this fucking town

Here I Am By Yelawolf I’m the dude I’m the dude Catfish Billy’s on, premium gas I’m fuckin’ heavin’ with cash I spray the ceiling with louie Gave the ceiling a bath Oh

Box Chevy 7 By Yelawolf Oh, oh Get it, get it, get it Oh, oh Get it, get it, get it Oh, oh Get it, get it, get it Yeah If I see

Mama Wolf (Skit) By Yelawolf If I come to where you at, this is it… there is no stopping me… you will not get in my way. no one will get in my way…

Still Ridin’ By Yelawolf Lyrics Since I left ain’t too much changed, yeah Except for the pilot, first-class virgin Wanna ride in purple violet Well stick beside your boy, I put a word in

Opie Taylor By Yelawolf Lyrics Well, mama sent me down to the mac, oh BC bottles and a bag of tobacco Said her boss was an asshole She been on

Unnatural Born Killer By Yelawolf Okay, okay I’m  pullin’ that chopper out that driveway, the tires leavin’ prints My  denim is bloodstained still, last night was a close range hit