Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wish, artist - Yelawolf. Album song Trunk Muzik 0-60, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC
Song language: English
I Wish |
I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka |
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker |
I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger |
Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble |
Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother |
You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles |
Alabama’s elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat |
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber |
Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves |
Cover the? |
sleeves I got it, believe it momma |
Corny motherfuckers we shuck em |
And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he’s bluffing nah |
Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol |
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears |
Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook |
I’m reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain’t hip hop |
Bitch you ain’t hip hop |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop |
Bitch your shit shit gonna flop |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain’t hip hop |
Bitch you ain’t hip hop |
I wish a motherfucker would |
I wish a motherfucker would |
Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook |
I’m kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook |
I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook |
Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf |
I got more numbers than a yellow book |
And I took more shots than Carmello took |
So I’m used to being an underdog |
Send my goons to come assault every last one of y’all |
No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off |
Look up? |
whenever I want to call |
I’m a convict but I don’t wear orange |
I’m so raw, catch me in my rare form |
I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane |
Nigga so I guess you could say I’m airborne |
I’m running my city getting my mayor on |
Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms |
I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked |
I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain’t kush that’s in my zip look |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain’t hip hop, bitch my shit hot |
I wish a motherfucker would |
I wish a motherfucker would |
Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver |
Don’t ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver |
Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival |
This ain’t hip hop, this is the manual to survival |
Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers |
A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter |
I’m awesome, different from the rest of you rappers |
And that’s real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened |
This is chemistry? |
Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets |
And I doubt if you know what it really means |
Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis |
When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this |
Born into poverty, hard torn obviously |
That ain’t going so we trying to figure out how to eat |
Older brother hustling, momma working overtime |
Now I’m standing in the kitchen whipping bank it’s soda time |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t straight drop yams fresh out the |
pot |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t a trout spot serving it to a |
block |
I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t a yam shop, come and order your |
rocks |
I wish a motherfucker would |
I wish a motherfucker would |