Yelawolf – Whiskey In A Bottle

Yelawolf – Whiskey In A Bottle Lyrics

Artist: Yelawolf
Song: Whiskey In A Bottle

Still on that #ss like
Handcuff’s up in it like
Hand-puppets makin’ you holler
You should’ve jumped in that impala homie

Refrigerators never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason that
Yela make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I pulled up to

f#ck guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So give me that king crap
And I’ll break a shell
You seen that?

Well f#ck it, if he don’t take it well
So crack the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say “free Young Struggle” who’s not making bail
He got popped by the feds

f#ck the cops! Take a nail
f#ck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I’ll pull up to the gate
And we’ll skate on this country, faggot

And until then, f#ck ’em, they can have it
Slumerican means
Slum American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

Put your hands to the sky
I’m a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And I’mma landslide
I’m a head case train wreck avalanche comin’ down

Put your hands to the sky
I’m a ready made party
I’m whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa

I’m whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, ‘Bama red
I’m on that #ss like Alabama did LSU

You said “Oh lord” Bible Belt raised
In your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford’s? Nah roll tide and rode Chevy’s
My mama rolls joints

Smoke rolls off with a timp
Daddy’s a rolling stone
I’m rolling in sh#t with these pigs
And the south side

Who you rolling with in the sticks?
With hair weawes and airstreams
Cigarette stained walls
f#ck, I can’t barely breathe

Spittin’ shutgun pellets
Out of my f#ckin’ chili bowl…
But am I a hill billy, no!
I am the truth behind these f#ckin’ illusionist

Yellin’ redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the abusin’ I use it as therapy in music
So…

Still on that grass like
John Deers this yard is already cut
You can’t get no work here
You fags started with swag, you was stealing

It turns out I got no peers
Just years of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye

I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn’t my time
Three, my f#ckin’ mama’s selling my pajamas online

(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I’m whiskey in a bottle now)
f#ckin’ right, I’m aged

I’m dirty-3, I’m not a child who plays with crack to get a piece
Don’t clap, for no MC who’s wack
Then get a free slap
f#ck out my car when I smashed in a Caprice

I’m Jack sippin’ still
Whippin’ wood wheels
Truck on steriods
Illegal 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
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From the album:
Love Story [Clean]
Release Year: 2015