Dj Paul - Trans Am lyrics

Verse 1: Yelawolf] Yo, white powder gave a bunch of runny noses on the front row with the shoulder with the crap wheels Trying to cut it like a sawmil eyes, baby blue like the not Carolina tar heels She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips We're all hot, but, imma have to leave her outside cause I got a full house like a car deal Can't be romantic, with a seat no handle, just please no candids No cameras, please no sandwich, but, I'm still hungry so please no panties Your friends so lame and so conservative, she's so granny I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but, yo I got two bar xannies Catfish is stupid, I don't both hunt but, this money's cupid And I wanna found this human, invest in the chest like I run a union She sip the brown liquor quicker quicker now huney's ruined This bunny's clueless but, she's all straight and that onion's bloomin' She called me a mad [?], and asked me two drink for my shoe Let me tell you that I didn't even waste non, Versace hills taste good too I devour that sh*t them hourglass hips but, I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand I ain't really got no big plans get the kids in, we can switch hands like a wristband [Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf] Look I don't know a lot of fu*kin' sh*t man I don't know a lot of fu*kin' sh*t man Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man I just shook a lot of fu*kin' hands man I just shook a lot of fu*kin' hands man Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am [Chorus: Yelawolf] Yea, Trans Am Yea, Trans Am Yea, Trans Am Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am [Verse 2: Yelawolf] [Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf] Look I don't know a lot of fu*kin' sh*t man Look I don't know a lot of fu*kin' sh*t man Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man I just shook a lot of fu*kin' hands man I just shook a lot of fu*kin' hands man Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am [Chorus: Yelawolf] Yea, Trans Am Yea, Trans Am Yea, Trans Am Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am [Outro: Yelawolf]