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    Yelawolf

    Pop The Trunk

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    Добавлена 25 мая 2010 пользователем JrSaints

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    Текст песни Pop The Trunk
    Текст песни Pop The Trunk
    Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke bills like an early morning fog
    Momma's in the starter house with a hatchet helping
    daddy chop early morning hog
    I'm catching Zs 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 ya'll?
    Stood up in my cripps and tied Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
    Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried
    to sneak in and steal his elbows(Don't know???)
    They don't know that old man don't hold hands He'll
    throw hands he's rough like a brillow
    Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that
    gun is heavy and tall like the midget willow
    (Hook) X2
    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 Mossberg in 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 from his wrist
    he said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk
    and grabbed his biscuit... Biscuit!
    (Hook) X2
    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 salt 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 aint a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!
    (Hook) X2
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