Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw It Up, artist - Yelawolf.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throw It Up |
Aye Boo Get these motherf*ckers |
And pass that jack |
I see you bitches talkin’loud |
But you ain’t sayin’shit |
Get the f*ck from round’here |
You don’t rep my shit |
You ain’t from my city |
You don’t know about this |
You want that drama |
You ain’t ready for it bitch! |
Now throw it up! |
(Yeah Ho) Throw it Up! |
Throw It up! |
(Yeah Ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch |
Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! |
Throw It up! |
You ain’t ready for it bitch |
I already got. |
2 cars in the yard that don’t run, so why would I wanna break shit down for you? |
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch |
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick. |
To f*ck you in that pussy carpet you munch |
If I’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one |
Barely then really you kidding, bitch I’m the prodigal son |
And I’m stuntin’like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin'like my mama |
C-C-country like my uncles, stutterin’like a CD in a donk |
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP |
And I’m in a blue Chevy, runnin'over motherf*ckers in first |
I ain’t even shift gears yet, I ain’t even here yet, I’m outta this Earth |
Right? |
(Yeah ho!) But I just hit the surface |
And I’m 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk |
(where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse! |
I got a brick of herb |
And a hit to serve, and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb |
So get the f*ck outta my way buddy you don’t wanna walk around the chicken house |
With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf and Eminem, shit. |
Sufferin’succotash, yeah suck a dick, bitch |
I see you bitches talkin’loud |
But you ain’t sayin’shit |
Get the f*ck from round’here |
You don’t rep my shit |
You ain’t from my city |
You don’t know about this |
You want that drama |
You ain’t ready for it bitch! |
Bitch please you don’t wanna step up to this Mrs |
Will make a nigga hit his knees when |
I’m up in the buildin' |
Preach it to my children |
I don’t be takin’no shit from you haters |
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (HAHAHAHA) |
Nah nah ni nah nah, pick your face up off the floor |
I got you feelin’sad now |
You be on that Hokey Wag |
Hokey Wag is bullshit |
Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit, bitch |
I was born on the Mississippi Riva' |
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga |
So so crazy gotta f*cked up temper |
Bi-pola', not Nicki I’m worser, I’ll hurt ya Haha, I got a crazy ass mind game |
Ma nigga, Im a lion, Untamed |
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle |
I do this |
I tell them hoes |
«You ain’t ready for it bitch!» |
I see you bitches talkin’loud |
But you ain’t sayin’shit |
Get the f*ck from round’here |
You don’t rep my shit |
You ain’t from my city |
You don’t know about this |
You want that drama |
You ain’t ready for it bitch! |
Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherf*cker |
You ain’t got the umph, you’re a hoof, to the foot of an elephant |
Hello toots, you look so eloquent, that’s what I tell a cunt |
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’my seat and I’m trying to the tell the |
cashier what I want! |
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle |
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an' |
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper |
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper? |
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HO Skidda dee da da. |
Prada? |
Nadda |
Chance I was thinkin’about buying you some clothes |
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart |
But the doors. |
was locked, what about some shoes I thought |
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what’dya know |
They didn’t carry a size 8 in HOES! |
…Oh! |
This is ugly boy swag (yeah), puttin’toe tags |
On you motherf*cking ho bags, what a trailer trash pi-o-neer |
I am here, that’s why I’m here |
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherf*ckin'diary of diarrhea! |
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two |
'Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you so we don’t gotta SCREAM AT |
YOU! |
Ow! |
I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident |
I went to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED |
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up |