lirik lagu yelawolf & cub da cookupboss - no hall pass
[intro]
hey yo rob give the lil’ n-gga the ball back
[intro: yelawolf]
never get you ball back, f-ck ’em all
just facts and never get your ball back
never get you ball back, get your ball back (let the band play)
just facts and never get your ball back
[verse 1: cub da cookupboss]
couldn’t be in the car sayin’ [?]
f-ck with me again, you heard what i said
i’m a boss, i hear them haters hollarin’ “mr. cool car”
give me 20 minutes i could cook a whole brick up
you know the jewry in my outfit
you know the n-ggas ain’t about sh-t
i go harder than a pitcher, she upset
and i’ma drop a ho off if she don’t suck d-ck
[?] whip game pretty
get like me it’ll take you a million
[?] whip game pretty
to get like me it would take you a million
[verse 2: yelawolf]
don’t worry ’bout the cause
just worry ’bout the sauce
b-tch, i’m the ron james you’re stephan curry with the ball
yeah, that’s some okay play but i’m legendary
i’ll put you straight into a coughin’ fit, call me pepper spray
okay, i’m walik’ in the hood with a vault full of goods
profit off of my profit because i saw that sh-t
choppin’ the wood, burst your bubble
popin’ the suds lookin’ like 2pac
say my name i stop [?]
for the camera mean look
(h-llo)
homie you gon’ need to think straight
my [?] has got you b-tch off in a pink meet
tryna get this [?] like clink-clink
locked up with these bars, i should have been police
or warden, but i just take awards [?] and crash ’em
new chevy’s now i can afford them
[?] like the accoardian
[?] jukebox, b-tch put the quarter in
[chours: yelwolf]
i walk around, i no need no hall p-ss
b-tches crying, i no need no bag
stay on my grind like it was
gettin’ mine and never get your ball back
never get you ball back, f-ck ’em all
just facts and never get your ball back
never get you ball back, f-ck ’em all
just facts and never get your ball back
(church!)
[verse 3: upchurch]
i’m that tailgater native
with banjos and cadence
tears is my favorite fragrance
’cause that’s what it smells like when i sh-t on my haters
f-ck ’em
they can get the black smoke 7.3 powerstroke
i pull albums out my -ss like that thing haulin’ my boat
run a beat like a jetski makin’ waves
takin’ names, l!ckin’ flames
silverado tunes way back in the day
black just like the rays
i’m [?] the place no [?] too tight
fishin’ bait ’cause i bait the fish
bobber bobbin’ ’til the cadence hit
or a frog ribbits to me, spin sh-t
i’m sl!cker than wet rugs
everybody’s gasket leak
pull over and get the big four
cameras creepin’ to my wood ’cause i guess they heard a bunch of rappers out here [?]
every time that someone p-sses me off i’m steppin’ into that slim jim church
[chorus: yelawolf]
i walk around, i no need no hall p-ss
b-tches crying, i no need no bag
stay on my grind like it was
gettin’ mine and never get your ball back
never get you ball back, f-ck ’em all
just facts and never get your ball back
never get you ball back, f-ck ’em all
just facts and never get your ball back
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