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Trunk Muzik |
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Trunk Muzik |
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Straight from the back of the game I rock it |
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Yelawolf's got that crack, boy |
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In the woods with the SK I'm cockin' |
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You don't want to play with that toy |
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Droppin' this heat like an asteroid |
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Good in the south like past Detroit |
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Pull up aside of a 1977 |
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Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7 |
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And I'm about to get down |
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Look at me changin' lanes |
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Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath |
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Chevrolet's throwin' flames |
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Yes I know it's strange |
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Hit you with a left, I pull the chains |
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Bitch, you too heavy to carry |
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You don't wanna bury yourself |
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Underneath that 808 |
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I'll drop it in your face like |
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DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Everybody hop in the Cadillac |
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And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets |
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With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down |
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If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf |
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On the 808 come up, fade away |
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Ain't no better way to get down |
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Told you I was coming |
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Said I'd be here in 5 |
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And even though I brought you glasses |
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You still can't believe your eyes |
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But if you don't believe it by now |
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Fuck it, just lean to the side |
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Hold up, wait a minute, I don't really |
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Wanna leave without a single solitary |
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So when needed for I'll bring it to 'em |
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If you're sailin' catch my drift |
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Lead me to the door, check my list |
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Meet me at the floor, catch this fist |
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Or meet me at the store catch this lick |
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Feel this house flip this brick |
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Real skateboarders feel this grip |
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Moving threw the alley way |
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Look at the people tripping |
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'Cause I'm only chopping like |
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DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Everybody hop in the Cadillac |
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And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets |
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With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down |
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If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf |
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On the 808 come up, fade away |
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Ain't no better way to get down |
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I have to be the hardest, I have diamond nuts |
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I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines 'em up |
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Catfish Billy half pines 'em up |
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Yellow wolf country fries 'em up |
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Pull 'em in duffle bag |
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Then I roll up in a river then I hold up |
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Watch what the fuck you hold up |
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Dynamite sticks will blow up |
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Ghetto vision got this sold up |
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Roll up, smoke up |
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Everybody wish'n they choose us |
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But we don't give a fuck you know us |
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I know you didn't see me coming |
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But I'm coming anyway |
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Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on |
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DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Everybody hop in the Cadillac |
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And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets |
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With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down |
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If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik |
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Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf |
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On the 808 come up, fade away |
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Ain't no better way to get down |
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Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf |
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On the 808 come up, fade away |
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Ain't no better way to get down |
