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YelaWolf
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Pop The Trunk
作词:Michael Atha, Willie Washington
Meth lab in the back and the crack Smoke pills like an early morning fog Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet Helping daddy, chop early morning hog
I'm catching Z's like an early morning saw When I woke up to the racket yawn and pause What the fuck man I can never get sleep man Peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands Or throw hands no, he's rough like a billow Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete And that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg In the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg Iin the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking Damage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo Spittin' over some super hot beats With a super hot freak, we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin' on that old brown bottle Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble So when we ride around bitches follow But tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well, one of them bitches Be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches And has been on his hit list for a minute And I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this And he handed me the Cartier watch That was on his wrist He said, 'Watch this shit' 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And he jumped to the trunk And grabbed his biscuit, biscuit
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg In the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg In the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Two men stand, one's gotta go One falls down to the ground One walks down to the road
Momma better call the police Now he's screaming no Took a buckshot to the chest With a rock soft shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled Enough to give a penguin chills Hot enough to make a potato smoke At the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed fields In the valley of the hollowed till This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy This is where I live, Bama
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg In the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Moss-berg In the mossio duffel bag Layin' in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
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