Oh Yeah lyrics

by

Yelawolf


[Chorus: Mr. Finley]
Here the hell I am, there the f*ck I go
When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know
They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay
This is who I am, this is how I go
And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show
They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay

[Verse 1: Mr. Finley]
I like you, I watch
I only came for the b*tches to jock
I brought some live-wires with me and they're ready to pop
Any disrespect we're turning up to the top
I f*ck with players, you work with haters
So that make you a hater by association
I west coast it
b*tch rollerskating, feeling like a President
When I lead we motorcading
The total package, batteries included
Sorry producer, I assault and battery your music
I have to do it, the whole world watchin'
Catch me in the sky, probably while you birdwatchin' (there I go)
I'm up-up and away
I don't need a phone number , I am f*cking today
And you can bet that when I come that I ain't comin' to play
Who got a problem? Who want drama? Who got something to say?
Ay
[Chorus: Mr. Finley]
Here the hell I am, there the f*ck I go
When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know
They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay
This is who I am, this is how I go
And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show
They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
You don't wanna see me do it, do you?
You don't wanna see the truth of music
Lick for the crack of the (worthless) circus
f*ckin' up the way that people cruise to music
But give me the news and I lose it
Shoot at a muthaf*cka like who blew it?
f*ck it like use it, you could use the improvement
Spin a circle [?] underneath my Jay
f*ck [?] tree I'mma roll in with a 30-pack of Sherman paper
Come jump in the bayou
I boogie down to the bottom, hater
Instead of saying f*ckin' Alabama, you'll be screamin' f*ckin alligator!
Yeah buddy I'm off the chain, I'm off the train, I'm running loose
How did I become off the train?
'Cause I'm an engine with long caboose
I'm an indian, I'm a Cherokee too
I'm a white boy, an Amerian youth
So, who needs the proof?
If you wanna Bud Light I'll give you tattoo
[?]
In an alleyway with another alley oop
Put medicine through the neck
The game is sick, I'm a bowl of soup
So, what's up player?
You're looking down, you don't know, what's up player?
But I'm looking like I wanna know, what's up there?
Drop another verse
Jump outta the booth like
[Chorus: Mr. Finley]
Here the hell I am, there the f*ck I go
When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know
They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay
This is who I am, this is how I go
And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show
They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay

[Verse 3 Mr. Finley]
This that sh*t that make them motherf*ckers go crazy
Such a Vegas baby, somebody ace of spade me
Point me to the stage, cut my f*ckin' music up
I am here for your enjoyment, use me 'til you use me up
I'm cool as what? Frigerator, winter weather
[?] winter fresher, I've been popping since forever
Can't nobody rip it better
I'll rip it to shreds, I do it 'til death
I'll kill it it's dead
GOV and I ain't talking to government
2011, Ghet-O-Vision b*tch, we runnin' sh*t
Goin' HAM on you n*ggas and we make that change like man in the mirror
I am macaroni, I am Mr. Finley
I am spokesperson, I have spoken for my city
We here, goin' nowhere, tell you I'm going nowhere
As long as I got that mic I'mma rap that b*tch and make 'em
Oh Yeah
[Chorus: Mr. Finley]
Here the hell I am, there the f*ck I go
When I step up in it, guarantee you finna know
They say yeah, oh yeah, they're going yeah, f*ck yeah
My n*gga ay
This is who I am, this is how I go
And every time I get up in that booth or rock a show
They're going yeah, oh yeah, they're going, yeah f*ck yeah
My Cay
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