Lyrics:
Tonks and him, don´t yank my chain girl
When it comes to them, I can come up swinging like a church bell ringing
You´ll look up thinking there´s a freight
to the pain.... Nothing left inside Don't yank my chain.... Let them sleeping dogs lie C1
Let sleeping dogs lie... Don't waist my time
Get out of my way... Or step
shoe
Gimme a taste of your wild, wild love
Those sweet, sweet kisses I been dreamin of
Oh girl -- I got you on the brain
Oh girl -- don't you yank my
I-AM-TELLIN-Y'ALL-WHATS MINE IS MINE, DONT MESS WITH MY
CHORUS:
HORSES HARLEYS HONKY TONKS & HIM
DONT YANK MY CHAIN GIRL- BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THEM
CUZ I CAN COME UP
God knows I get off on pain
It's kinda how I've made my name
Praying for pouring rain
Something sunken to yank my chain
Don't have to write it
family, I don't relate, pussy
I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me
Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me
Learn
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
Yeah
Yank it
Yank it
Start it up
Ride, yank it
Hey (YoungBoyBrown, on my kid)
Yeah, I yank it
It's a push-start, the wheel, I yank it (hold
Yeah
Yank it, yank it
Start it up, ride, yank it (hey)
(Youngboybrown, on my kid)
Yeah, I yank it
It's a push start, the wheel I yank it, hold
to inform y'all my southern hospitality's colder
We done rose above the ranks and broke away the chains
And now we're brushin shoulders with the Yanks yes
YankOs (YankOs)
Oh YankOs (YankOs)
Oh YankOs
Oh O's
I hate the Yank but it's so yankinating
Don't want no YankOs for my birthday
Don't give me those
silly
This P-hat don't stand for Philly
This shit Piru, do you feel me?
This shit forever, it's with me
Slime business, it's sticky
My life a movie,
See when you in love you might have to fight
Don't say you won't neva say you won't
You might get real mad wanna act all bad act up in tha street
the fart smell
Flip a stack, make it hit a cartwheel
Your nigga broke, don't forget to tell him pay his car bill
Camp 22 bitch ima hit that yank
Take
don't give a fuck what nobody think
And my face always looking like somebody stinks
My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy
My chain heavy, my chain
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
something shut a block down
Quarantine my city been on lock down
I tell her hit my line don't answer cause I'm hot now
Every day your negus turn a lot down
up on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
wit a big tank
Blowin' up a big bank
See a chain I'm finna yank
Got my glock
I load it up
I cock it back
I let it bang
Let it bang
Make him sing
I
and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that
Rat-tat-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for whack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hittman is
and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that
Rat-tat-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for whack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hittman is
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