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Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday
Go, white girl, it's ya birthday
Go, white girl, it's ya birthday
Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man
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Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale
D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well
Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel
Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell
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Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale
Pack the pack and drink the ale
Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell
Don't think I can lean my chair
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Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers
You don't wanna see me there
Blindside 'em, blindside 'em
Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail
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You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face
I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away
Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train
Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again
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She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary
Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty
Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix
Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros
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I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang
I put it down, don't pick it up
Advice to you, don't pick on us
Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns
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Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs
Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot
Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin'
Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time
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To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car
Take 'em to the house and what
Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth
How we do it down south, what