Gangsta Of Love Lyrics - Wyte Dawg - Yelawolf

[Yealwolf - Verse 1] 

Would the real slim shady please stand up 

And tell these muthaf-ckers why I got signed 

Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys 

Out here tryna imitate my grind 

And if you feel offended when I say that 

F-ck you, say something back 

What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog 

Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap 

F-ck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's f-ck toy 

And she's still bitching 

I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit 

Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some 

I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs 

Yeah here the Shady clique come 

They say I'm a dick head 

Well it fits why 

Cause I'ma f-ck this p-ssy ass game up til she gets numb 

Any of many styles that I pick from 

F-ck it just give me kick drums 

Cause Yelawolf aint a rapper 

I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum 

It's done 

So put ya money on a 'Bama boy 

20 West of Atlanta boy 

You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler 

Get a grip on the bicycle handle bar 

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[Chorus] 

All the girls I meet 

Are falling down them stairs 

Said gettin themselves together 

They gettin themselves together 

(Thats why they call me) 

Gangsta of Love 

Yelawolf and I 

On top don't wonder why 

Cause I rock and roll 

Stop drop and roll 

Thats why they call me 

(Gangsta of love) 

Feet on the ground 

Head in the sky 

Cause I rock and roll 

Stop drop and roll 

Thats why they call me 

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[Yealwolf - Verse 2] 

Hold up, my God 

Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage 

I'm killin em A to Z lately, KP 

You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj 

F-ck em all with a sandpaper dick 

I dare anybody to come match to this 

You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch 

I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick? 

I'm treating rappers like loose change 

The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch 

Like I didn't even know I had that until 

You made it obvious you bit when I came out 

Oh you want some of the south shit? 

Well let me show you what the south is 

You into sucking dick 

Well I'm into getting rich 

We could make a good team 

Put your money where your mouth is 

[Chorus] 

[Yealwolf - Verse 3] 

I roll out in a t-top two seater 

Looking like an american missle seeker 

Got back pack packs in my dungerees 

Yeah I'mma light a fuse under the disbeliever 

Say you don't give a shit good 

Cause I don't give two shits neither 

You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral 

Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa 

Yessir, I'm bonafied 

I'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die 

And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip 

Baby I don't know what I'ma give but I know I'm gonna try 

Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe 

But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie 

What if I buy you drive through popeyes? 

Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried? 

I'm doing this like I knew I would 

And you did too, so you knew you did 

If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat 

Cuz I'm dope and it don't matter who I'm with 

Reppin' that area code 256 

White trash girls wink with blue eyelids 

Because they know Yelawolf can't be f-cked with 

But it don't take an asshole to see that shit 

[Chorus]